  By —— Ogle. Of a pitman we’ll sing, Who works for the king, Jovial, good natur’d, and civil; He’ll work and he’ll sing, And profit he’ll bring, From caverns that’s near to the devil. To his labour below, With courage he’ll go, Upon his pit rope and his crook; Nor will he once dwell On the visions of hell, Nor yet fash his thumb with a book. All his wish is good ale, An’ his claes upon sale, For a tankard he’ll put ev’ry night: Let the learned still think, That a hearty sound drink, Is a pitman’s most crowned delight. |
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