Waiting by the Lock for My Lad
by Matt Kenrick (2025)
I’ve stitched and I’ve scrubbed and I’ve served in the store
Told Mam, “If he loves me, he’ll knock on our door”
She huffed and she puffed, said “He’s no kind of gent!”
But I saved up my smiles till he paid off his rent
Chorus:
Waiting by the lock for my lad to appear
With coal-smudged hands and a grin ear to ear
He promised me roses and one day a ring
I’d settle for tea and a song he could sing
From Bingley to Bootle, I’ve towed half the land
Through rainstorms and frostbite with rope-burnt hands
And while she’s been waitin’, she’s darned my old coat
I left behind on my leaky old boat!
Chorus:
Waiting by the lock for my lad to appear
With calloused worn fingers that are stale from the air
But love’s not for posh girls with dresses and pearls
It’s stew on a stove and the Barge full of worlds
There’s paint on the porch and the dog’s learned to bark
Mam’s started to soften - well, just a small spark
He’s comin’, I know it. I feel it in me
Like the wind on the Mersey that rolls in from the sea
I’ll step on the deck with a ribbon in hand
And I’ll smile like a fool as we push off from land
No wedding bells needed, no preacher, no fuss
Just the cut, and the stars, and a kettle for us
Final Chorus :
Waiting by the lock for my lad to appear
With love in my heart and the towpath so near
From Leeds to the docks, he’s been faithful and true
So here’s to the bargemen and their bonnies too
Outro - gentle
The canal may be crooked, but love finds its line
And I’ll follow that wake ‘til the barge makes it mine
This song of one of a number of excellent canal-related songs written by Matt Kenrick who has kindly provided the
lyrics. Recording to follow.
Click on the logo to download a pdf of the song as provided by Matt. This provides all the chords and playing
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I’ve [G]stitched and I’ve scrubbed and I’ve [D]served in the [Em]store[C]
Told [G]Mam, “If he loves me, he’ll [D]knock on our door”[Em] [C]
She [G]huffed and she puffed, said “He’s [D]no kind of [Em]gent!”[C]
But I saved up my [G]smiles till he [D]paid off his [G]rent[D]
Chorus:
Waiting by the [Em]lock for my lad to [C]appear
With [G]coal-smudged hands and a [D]grin ear to ear
He [Em]promised me roses and [C]one day a ring
I’d [G]settle for tea and a [D]song he could [G]sing[D]