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Well, the tough dirty miner works hard for his pay,
He works through the night and most of the day;
But there's no one works harder way down in the mine,
Then Billy the pit horse, a slave to the mine.
It's dark as a dungeon, it's damp as the dew,
Where the dangers are doubled and the pleasures are few;
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines,
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.
Well, come all you young fellows, your fortunes ye seek,
Don't bury yourselves in the mine so deep;
It gets into your body and it creeps to your soul,
Till the blood in your veins goes as black as the coal.
It's dark as a dungeon, it's damp as the dew,
Where the dangers are doubled and the pleasures are few;
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines,
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.
It's dark as a dungeon, it's damp as the dew,
Where the dangers are doubled and the pleasures are few;
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines,
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.
