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 I dreams uv honour an' reward, An' 'ow to pay a debt. For partin' cash, an' buyin' farms, An' fittin' chaps with legs an' arms Ain't all—there's somethin' yet. There's still a solid balance due; An' now it's up to me an' you.

There's men I know ain't yet woke up, Or reckernized that debt— Proud men 'oo wouldn't take yeh down Or owe their grocer 'arf-a-crown— They ain't considered, yet, There's somethin' owin'—to the dead, An' Diggers live for more than bread.

The hills be'ind the orchard trees Jist caught the settin' sun. A bloke might easy think that there, 'Way back be'ind the range somewhere, Where streaks uv sunlight run, There was a land, swep' clear uv doubt, Where men finds wot they dreams about.

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