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It's good of you to ask me, Sir, to tell you how I spend the day
Well in a coal black tunnel, Sir, I hurry corves to earn my pay
The corves are full of coal, kind Sir, I push them with my hands and head
It isn't lady-like, but Sir, you've got to earn your daily bread
I push them with my hands and head, and so my hair gets worn away
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