| Way back when copper was king
|
| Fortunes grew on the blood of my kin
|
| Digging deep and sacrificed
|
| They all paid a terrible price
|
| In black holes they slaved away
|
| Wearing crowns of candle and clay
|
| Suffering fire, and flood and pain
|
| All for the sake of another’s man gain
|
| Living, and dying, barely surviving
|
| Down in the ground in the poisoned air
|
| Down where the mineral lords didn’t care
|
| Down in the dark where they lost their soul
|
| Down, down, down in the hole
|
| Women and children barrowing ore
|
| Slaving up on the dressing floor
|
| Carrying the weight of a full grown man
|
| All to fill that Captain’s plan
|
| In the mines they sweated and bled
|
| Barely earned their daily bread
|
| Dying young they had no life
|
| All they knew was hunger and strife
|
| Living, and dying, barely surviving
|
| Mines are closed, but you may see
|
| They’ve still left their legacy
|
| Hidden in the bracken round
|
| Shafts await to take you down
|
| Down in the ground in the poisoned air
|
| Down where nobody knows you’re there
|
| Down in the dark where you’ll lose your soul
|
| Down, down, down in the hole
|
| Down in the hole
|
| Way on down
|
| Down in the hole
|
| Down in the hole |