调:C minor
Verse 1
Verse 2
In the north end of town my own
In the wee hours of youth
Verse 3
passed the door
they was a-humming
Verse 4
Well, a long winter's wait from
And my schooling was cut as
Verse 5
Oh, the years passed again,
What with three babies born,
Verse 6
Then the shaft was soon shut,
'Till a man come to speak,
Verse 7
They complained in the East,
That it's much cheaper down in
Verse 8
Where the sad,
Verse 9
'Till one morning's wake,
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和弦Am G
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