The Last Shift

You're surely early home, lad? Your shift's not over?
Ay, my shift is over, lassie, my last shift
Last shift? You're telling me, you've stopped working!
Ay, I'll never hew again in Hellgut Drift.

Your face is gey and white, lad — your eyes are queer and wild-like:
Something's happened to you on your last shift!
Something! Ay, lass, I've just slipped home to tell you
I'm straked beneath a ton of coal in Hellgut Drift.
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