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I am a girl of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised

My mother, how I hated to leave her
Mother dear, who now is dead
But I had to go and leave her
So my children could have bread

Perhaps, dear friends, you're a wondering
What the miners eat and wear
This question I will try to answer
For I’m surethat it is fair

For breakfast we have bulldog gravy*
For supper we have beans and bread
For the miners don't have any dinner
Just a tick of straw that we call a bed

For our clothes be always ragged
And our feet be always bare
But I'm sure if there's a heaven
That the miners will be there

Well, we call this hell on earth, friends
I must tell you all goodbye
Oh, I know you all are hungry
Oh, my darlin' friends, don't cry

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