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This is the payday up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; / There's money to burn in the streets tonight, so I've sent my klooch to town, / With a haggard face and a ribbon of red entwined in her hair of brown.
And I know at the dawn she'll come reeling home with the bottles, one, two, three; / One for herself to drown her shame, and two big bottles for me, / To make me forget the thing I am and the man I used to be.