Waggoner lyrics

Saw ye owt of my love Ganning down on the waggon way With his pocket full of money and his poke full of hay Aye but he's a bonnie lad as ever you did see Though he's sair frowsy freckled and he's blind of an e'e There's ne'er a lad like my lad drives to a staith on Tyne Though coal black on workdays, on holidays he's fine My lad's a canny lad, he works down in the pit He never comes to see me unless he wants a bit With his silver in his hand and with love in his e'e I see my canny lad coming to me Aye but he's a bonnie lad as ever you did see Though he's sair pock-brocken and he's blind of an e'e