Dwarf Chorus - Heigh-Ho [Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs] Lyrics

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Heigh-Ho [Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs]
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Heigh-Ho [Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Heigh-Ho [Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs] By Dwarf Chorus?
We dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig in our mine the whole day through
To dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig is what we really like to do It ain't no trick to get rich quick If you dig dig dig with a shovel or a pick In a mine! In a mine! In a mine! In a mine! Where a million diamonds shine! We dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig from early morn till night We dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig up everything in sight We dig up diamonds by the score A thousand rubies, sometimes more But we don't know what we dig 'em for We dig dig dig a-dig dig Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's home from work we go Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's home from work we go Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho hum Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's home from work we go Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's home from work we go Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's home from work we go |
Who Wrote Heigh-Ho [Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs] By Dwarf Chorus?
Churchill, Morey
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