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A Golden Lot.
In the coal-pit, or the factory,
I toil by night or day,
And still to the music of labour
I lilt my heart-felt lay;
I toil by night or day,
And still to the music of labour
I lilt my heart-felt lay;
I lilt my heart-felt lay—
And the gloom of the deep, deep mine,
Or the din of the factory dieth away,
And a Golden Lot is mine.
And the gloom of the deep, deep mine,
Or the din of the factory dieth away,
And a Golden Lot is mine.
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