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Say Way-Oh
The dust it blows
MakesYou wonder why they e'en
The stews are thin
Makin' them miners work
Oh early in the morning
afore the sun rise
till they're numb
They get outta bed
an' open their eyes
and there's rags for clothes
They pull out that silver
With dirty old trousers
in browns an' blacks
and make that man rich
They pick up their tools
and pick up their ax
Get up the next day - IV
Oh the dust district
And come home broken
Say Way Oh the dust it blows
Say Way Oh the dust it blows
face black as pitch
They march down the road
to Stilton's old mine
she's a terrible place
Say Way Oh
Just like their elders
when the wages were fine
the dust it blows
But Stilton's long gone
and so is his grace
