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Well it's over the hills and around we go |
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Bound to go, down we go |
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Digging up the devil in Jellico |
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Rocking in the weary land |
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Hang your number on a nail and hold the line |
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It's hard times in the coal mine |
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Take one last look at that sunshine |
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And follow them boys on in |
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Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there |
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Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land |
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Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man |
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Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land |
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Here's to Old Black Pete and Spanish Joe |
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They sleep five thousand feet below |
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We laid their bones on a bed of coal |
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Rocking in the weary land |
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And the Bog Head Boys they dug for a dollar |
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'Til the roof caved in you could hear them holler |
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Went in six feet came out a bit smaller |
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Rocking in the weary land |
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Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there |
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Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land |
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Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man |
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Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land |
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Brave Boys, hey ho |
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Brave Boys, hey ho |
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So it's goodbye gals we've got to go |
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Cause a miner's life is all we know |
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Just to make a little dough way down in a hole |
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Rocking in the weary land |
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And it's when we die neath six feet of rubble |
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You can bury our bones with a pick and a shovel |
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Tell old King Coal we're a heap worth of trouble |
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Rocking in the weary land |
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Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there |
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Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land |
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Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man |
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Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land |
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Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land |
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Brave Boys, hey ho |
