| Eight-Hour Day |
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| We’re brave and gallant miner boys, who work in underground |
| For courage and good nature, no finer can be found |
| We work both late and early, and get but little pay |
| To support our wives and children, in free Americay |
| If Satan took the blacklegs, I’m sure t’would bid no sin |
| What peace and happiness t’would be, for us poor workin' men |
| Eight hours we’d have for workin', eight hours we’d have for play |
| Eight hours we’d have for sleeping, in free Americay |
