(MOUTH OF THE SHAFT) What I want is my husband, sir,— And if you're a man, sir, You'll give me an answer,— Where is my Joe? Penrhyn, sir, Joe,— Caernarvonshire. Six months ago Since we came here— Eh?—Ah, you know! Well, I am quiet And still, But I must stand here, And will! Please, I'll be strong, If you'll just let me wait Inside o' that gate Till the news comes along. "Negligence!"— That was the cause!— Butchery! Are there no laws,— Laws to protect such as we? Well, then! I won't raise my voice. There, men! I won't make no noise, Only you just let me be. Four, only four—did he say— Saved! and the other ones?—Eh? Why do they call? Why are they all Looking and coming this way? What's that?—a message? I'll take it. I know his wife, sir, I'll break it. "Foreman!" Ay, ay! "Out by and by,— Just saved his life. Say to his wife Soon he'll be free." Will I?—God bless you! It's me!
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