| A miner was leaving his home for his work
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| When he heard his little child scream
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| He went to the side of the little girl’s bed;
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| She said, «Daddy, I’ve had such a dream!»
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| «Please, daddy, don’t go to the mines today
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| For dreams have so often come true
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| My daddy, my daddy, please don’t go away
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| For I never could live without you.»
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| Then smiling and stroking the little girl’s face
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| He was turning away from her side
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| But she threw her small arms around daddy’s neck;
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| She gave him a kiss and then cried:
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| «Oh, I dreamed that the mines were all flaming with fire
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| And the men all fought for their lives
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| Just then the scene changed, and the mouth of the mines
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| Was covered with sweethearts and wives.»
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| «Oh, daddy, don’t go to the mines today
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| For dreams have so often come true
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| My daddy, my daddy, please don’t go away
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| For I never could live without you.»
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| «Go down to the village and tell your dear friends
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| That as sure as the bright stars do shine
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| There is something that’s going to happen today;
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| Please, daddy, don’t go to the mines.»
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| «Oh, daddy, don’t work in the mines today
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| For dreams have so often come true
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| My daddy, my daddy, please don’t go away
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| For I never could live without you.» |