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The Tale Of A Ragged Boy
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...
Monday 4th December 2023 5:13 pm
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