Coal Lyrics - Singles - The Mariner's Children

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