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Our Singing Country |
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6 The rich man slep' on a velvet couch. And dreamed of his silver and gold, While the orphan laid on a bed of snow, A-dying from hunger and cold.
7 The morning dawned and the coal miner's child Was found lying in his hallway there.
aGo take up her body and get it out of my way,53 Was the words the rich man said. |
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