Oh come all you young fellers young and so fine Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew Danger is double and the pleasures are few Where the rain never falls the sun never shines It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine [ trumpets ] Well I'll pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll That my body would blacken and turn into coal Then I'll look from the door of heavenly home And pity the miner digging my bones
