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Twuz jest a stiddy toil fer bread,
An' "Beekun Bob," their son,
(The only kid they ever hed,
An' he wuz a dandy one,)

Made up his mind to take a stan'
When the night begin to come,
Right nigh a great hole in the land,
They'd pass when they went hum.

So when the shadders 'gin to fall
An' night wuz settlin' deown,
He'd take his pine knots, one an' all,
An' hurry through the teown.

An' when he'd reach the ole mine shaft,
Which hedn't been used fer years,
He'd light his torches, fore an' aft,
An' hold 'em up like spears.

Ho warn't no slouch, I kin tell ye,
He'd nary thort o' self;
Al'eerd his parents wouldn't see
The hole and cavin shelf,

An' mebbe they would fall en it.
So every night he stood,
Till he earned the title fit,
O' "Beekun Bob, the good."

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