THE POOR OLD MINER
A miner stood at the pearly gate, His face was worn and old. He meekly asked the man of fate Admission to the fold. “What have you done,” St. Peter asked, “To seek admission here?” “I’ve been mining coal,” he said, “For many and many a year.” The gates were opened sharply, As St. Peter touched the bell. “Come in,” he said, “and take a harp; “You've had enough of hell.”
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Grey River Argus, 21 May 1941, Page 8
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75THE POOR OLD MINER Grey River Argus, 21 May 1941, Page 8
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