| This land is bar-ren and bro-ken
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| Scarred like the face of the moon
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| Our tongue is no lon-ger spo-ken
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| And the Towns all a-round face ruin
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| Will there be work in New Bruns-wick?
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| Will I find gold in the Cape?
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| If I tunnel way down to Australia
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| Oh will I ever escape
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| Where there’s a mine or a hole in the ground
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| That’s what I’m heading for that’s where I’m bound
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| So look for me under the lode and inside the vein
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| Where the copper, the clay, the arsenic, and tin
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| Run in your blood and under your skin
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| I’ll leave the county behind I’m not coming back
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| Oh, follow me down cousin Jack
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| The soil was to poor to make Eden
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| Granite and sea left no choice
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| Though visions of heaven sustained us
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| When John Wesley gave us a voice
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| Did Joseph once come to St Michaels Mount
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| Two thousand years pass in a dream
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| When you’re working your way in the darkness
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| Deep in the heart of the seam
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| Where there’s a mine or a hole in the ground
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| That’s what I’m heading for that’s where I’m bound
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| So look for me under the lode and inside the vein
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| Where the copper, the clay, the arsenic, and tin
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| Run in your blood and under your skin
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| I’ll leave the county behind I’m not coming back
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| Oh follow me down cousin Jack
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| I dream of a bridge on the Tamar
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| It opens us up to the East
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| And the English they live in our houses
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| The Spanish fish in these seas
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| Where there’s a mine or a hole in the ground
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| That’s what I’m heading for that’s where I’m bound
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| So look for me under the lode and inside the vein
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| Where the copper, the clay, the arsenic, and tin
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| Run in your blood and under your skin
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| I’ll leave the county behind I’m not coming back
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| Oh follow me down cousin Jack |