A dialogue I'll tell you as true as me life
Between a coal owner and a poor pitman's wife
As she was a-walkin' out on the highway
She met a coal owner and this she did say
Derry down, down, down, derry down
Good morning, Lord Firedamp, the woman she said
I'll do you no harm, sir, don't be afraid
If you'd been where I've been the most of me life
You wouldn't turn pale at a poor pitman's wife
Derry down, down, down, derry down
Then where have you been,
the owner he cried I've been in hell,
the woman replied
If you've been in hell,
tell me right plain How you can try to get out again
Derry down, down, down, derry down
I
said the truth I will tell
That turnin' the poor folk all out of hell
Is to make room for the rich wicked race
There are a great number of them in that place Derry down,
down,
down,
derry down
How does the devil behave in that place?
Sir,
he is cruel to the rich wicked race
Far more cruel than you can suppose
Like a mad bull with a ring through his nose Derry down,
down,
down, derry down
Good woman,
says he,
I must bid you farewell You give me a dismal account about hell
If this be all to do that you say unto me
I'll loam like a whippet with my poor men,
agree?
Derry down,
down,
down, derry down
If you be an owner,
sir, take my advice
Agree with your men and give them full prize
If you do not, I know very well
You'll be in great danger of going to hell Derry down,
down,
down, derry down