Well, everybody's heard about Her, haven't they?
I heard the lads who hang around the bank, hoping
For Rawson to toss 'em ha'pennies, flee when they see
Her coming. She took her stick to Jimmy the Hand,
I heard. But never expected to see Her fer meself.
And down the pit? Here? In't She a lady? Do ladies
Do that? She even looked at me busted head, but Holt
Blamed me fer not wearin' me hat, and that's true
But when you work from dusk to dawn, you gets
Weary, and hats are the last thing you think about.