IN the coal-pit, or the factory, <br /> I toil by night or day, <br />And still to the music of labour <br /> I lilt my heart-felt lay; <br /> <br />I lilt my heart-felt lay <br /> And the gloom of the deep, deep <br /> mine, <br />Or the din of the factory dieth away, <br /> And a Golden Lot is mine.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-golden-lot/
