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The Loggers Day

In the bush where trees are high,
Reaching up into the sky.
This is where we made our cash,
Cutting down the Mountain Ash.

We used no chainsaws in those days,
The trees were felled in other ways.

With aching limbs and tortured back,
We'd listen for the tree to crack.
And there would be a thunderous sound,
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