Oh, the lousy cutters
They've ta'en my laddie from me
They've pressed him far away foreign
With Nelson on the salt sea
They always come in the night
They never come in the day
They always come in the night
And steal the laddies away
'til the tide comes in
'til the tide comes in
We all sit upon the pier
Until the tide comes in
Blue's gaen oot o'the fashion
Red's come in with the new
I'll have a sailor laddie
And dye my apron blue
'til the tide comes in...
Lad with the trousers on
He says he will not have me
Up with smoky Shields
And hey for bonny Newcastle