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Miners? Miners! sartinly not;
Miners—they're another lot;
Miners' sooreyin' —aw, ye needn' doubt it!
They goes another way about it,
Does miners, aye, bein' chaps that way,
That's rather for turnin' night into day—
Down in the mines—the way you'd expeck—
Fond of the dark, and used of the lek,
Suckin' it just like liquorice-ball,
They can't take up with the daylight at all.
Miners—they're another lot;
Miners' sooreyin' —aw, ye needn' doubt it!
They goes another way about it,
Does miners, aye, bein' chaps that way,
That's rather for turnin' night into day—
Down in the mines—the way you'd expeck—
Fond of the dark, and used of the lek,
Suckin' it just like liquorice-ball,
They can't take up with the daylight at all.
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