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Maine Lumberjacks 175
6 And when them 'taters are all dug
And the pickers come to town, While the dollars in their pockets last,
They never get a frown; Some of them go to the Line House,
For to fill their little mug, Tis then they drop clean out of sight,
For the 'taters are all dug. |
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