I was wandering down the old pit road

Where many a ghostly tale was told

When I came across a ragged boy

His coal-black face contained no joy

In his hand, swung a Davy lamp 

He said it was in case of firedamp 

"A'v lost me way to the pit," he said

"If we've got ne money we cannot buy bread!"

I said, the pit shut long ago 

And then I noticed down below

His fe...

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