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 Whoe lovely parkling eyes,

do outhine the tars by night.

O ome call me the ergeant,

becaue I am ix foot high:

I am fitting for the army,

where all kinds of bullets fly;

But if I were in Britain,

and my true love along with me,

With every thing that's fitting,

to erve his royal Majety.

Adieu my lovely Molly,

although her portion is but mall,

I might have weet-hearts many,

if I could maintain them all:

We'll go where liquor's plenty,

we'll roll boys from ide to ide,

Her fortune ne'er hall daunton me,

I'm young and the world's wide.

You curious miths and founders,

that daily work upon the fire;

Whoe genius with wonders,

makes others to admire:

Fine jewellers and melters,

refiners of the puret gold,

Will ay 'tis jolly Colliers

all other trades they do uphold.

Come fill up your bumpers,

and let the muic weetly ound;

Here's a health to jolly Colliers

who daily mine below the ground: