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So these chaps was jealous you navar seen,
And had her for a sort of a queen;
But every miner to have his chance,
And whichever she'd chose, the rest at once
To give in, resign her, they said, resign her;
But only she must marry miner.
And had her for a sort of a queen;
But every miner to have his chance,
And whichever she'd chose, the rest at once
To give in, resign her, they said, resign her;
But only she must marry miner.
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