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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

A Golden Lot

IN the coal-pit, or the factory,
   I toil by night or day,
And still to the music of labour
   I lilt my heart-felt lay;
 
I lilt my heart-felt lay
   And the gloom of the deep, deep
       mine,
Or the din of the factory dieth away,
   And a Golden Lot is mine.

#English #Victorians #XIXCentury

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