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Way down in old Nova Scotia
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Moose River, it seems, is the name
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Three Canadians on Easter Sunday
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To the tumbledown gold mine they came
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They descended the mine for in- -spection
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Never dreaming Fate trailed them close by
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With a crash that gave them no warning
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En- -tombed in that mine there to die
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Brave men from all over the country
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Volun- -teered to give up their lives
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They slaved with unceasing efforts
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It seemed that death they de- -fied
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Long days and nights they had labored
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Turned back when great cave-ins fell
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While far below patiently waiting
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Three men were in one living Hell
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Many times turned back when near rescue
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They seen all was blocking their way
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With a prayer on their lips they worked onward
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We must win, we must win, pray we may
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On Sunday they got their first message
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From the men prisoned far far be- -low
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?Can you help us?? they heard the men calling
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?Our suff'rings God above only knows.?
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Next message filled all hearts with sorrow
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As they heard them say ?One pal is gone
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We are trying our best to hold on boys
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Do your best. Don't make it too long.?
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At last the great strain it was broken
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A miner out of breath brought the news
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`We have won the great fight!? he was calling
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?At last we have dug our way through!?
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That great fight against the Dark Angel
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It is one fighting heart all the way
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Still a tragedy came with the rescue
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From the tomb of those terrible days
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Now friends, this story is ending
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With hardships of many a day
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But this rescue will go down in hist'ry
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Of the gold mine down Moose River way
