The Unthanks - Blue's Gaen Oot O'the Fashion lyrics

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