The Mariner's Children - Coal lyrics

Tell my mother that I love her But I must be on my way Took a few things from the cupboard That I promise to replace Left some money on the table Be wise and spend it well For the harvest hasn't yielded And there's nothing left to sell Take the children to the schoolhouse Don't let them stay up late Kiss them goodnight and make sure There's food upon their plates Feed them properly, feed them healthily There's apples on the trees Tell them regularly that I love them Don't let them forget me There's no more coal for The fire my love But I'll gladly burn myself There's nothing left for To try my love So bottoms up dear Here's to your health There's a bucket in the stable In case you need it for the well And a rifle in the cradle In case the neighbours come to wish us well I'll try to be back soon Before the rains set in But who knows what my fortune Will hold What it'll bring