When it’s dark as a dungeon

And is damp as the dew

Where the dangers are double

And the pleasures are few

Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines

It is dark as a dungeon, way down in the mine

Where they’ll pray when am dead

That the ages shall roll

And body will darken and turn into coal

And I’ll look from the door

Of my heavenly home

And pity the miner

That mines my poor bones

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