| Come all you young fellers so young and so fine
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| And seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
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| It’ll form like a habit and seep to your soul
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| Til the stream of your blood flows 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 dangers are double and the 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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| There is many a man I have seen in my day
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| Who lived just to labor his whole life away
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| Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine
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| A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
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| It’s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
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| Where the dangers are double and the 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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| Come midnight, or morning, or the middle of the day
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| It’s the same to the miner who labors away
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| For the demons of death often come by surprise
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| One fall of the slate and you’re buried alive
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| For it’s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
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| Where the dangers are double and the 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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| I hope when I’m dead and the ages shall roll
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| My body will blacken and turn into coal
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| I’ll look from the door of my heavenly home
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| And pity the miners who diggin' my bones
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| For it’s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
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| Where the dangers are double and the pleasures are few
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| Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
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| And it’s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines
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| Come all you young fellers so young and so fine
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| And seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine |