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It's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant,

One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,

There's a race of men that don't fit in,

O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,

There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin,

This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down,

When a man gets on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town,

If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land,

The cruel war was over—oh, the triumph was so sweet,