| There’s a deep dark hole in the mountain
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| Where the devil sleeps all the time
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| Guarding his gold from the boys, young and old
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| From the men who worked the mine
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| From the men who worked the mine
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| There’s a deep dark hole in the mountain
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| Where we’d shovel and pick everyday
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| Stealin' his gold, yeah, the boys, young and old
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| They’re gone but not far away
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| They’re gone but not far away
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| Oh, devil’s dream in the mountain
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| Haulin' it down to the mill
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| Day after day, drawin' our pay
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| From a deep dark hole in the hill
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| From a deep dark hole in the hill
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| There’s a deep dark hole in the mountain
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| That last shot was a bum
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| Let’s muck her out, boys, load’er up
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| And blow her to kingdom come
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| We’ll blow her to kingdom come |