Sure, Stewie. It's "significantly different."
^^

I LOVE MY MINER LAD

Six jolly miners of mining you shall hear,
Have traveled through this country for many a long year,
They have traveled East and traveled West, the country all 'round,
To find out the treasure that lies in underground.

Two came from Auckland, two from Newcastle town,
Two from Durham City, a place of great renown.
The miners are such clever men--their equal can't be found--
They turn a stony rock into a sovereign of bright gold.

You should see a miner lad as he walks down the street,
Dressed in his best clothes, he looks genteel and neat.
His teeth are white as ivory and eyes as black as sloe--
You may easy know a miner lad wherever that he goes.

Sometimes he has money, sometimes none at all,
When he has money it is on his comrades' call.
He calls for liquor planty, pays as the toast goes round--
Here's good health to every miner lad that works in underground!

It's the huntsman's delight in the blowing of his horn,
It's the farmer's delight in the sowing of the corn,
It's the miner's delight to strike the rock in twa,
And find out the treasure that lies down belaw.

I'll build my love a castle, a castle of renown,
Neither lords, dukes nor earls will pull my castle down,
The king loves the queen, the emperor does the same,
And I love my miner lad--who can me blame?

~Masato