| Come listen you fellers, so young and so fine
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| And seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mines
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| It’ll form as a habit and seep in your soul
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| Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal
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| It’s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
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| Where the danger is double and pleasures are few
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| Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
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| It’s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines
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| It’s many a man I have known in my day
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| Who live just to labor his young life away
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| Where the dmons of death often come by surpris
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| One fall of a slate and you’re buried alive
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| I hope when I’m gone and the ages shall roll
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| My body will blacken and turn into coal
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| Then I’ll look from the door of my heavenly home
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| And pity the miner digging my bones
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| It’s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
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| Where danger is double and pleasures are few
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| Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
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| It’s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines |