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O h come all you young fellers young and so fine.
S eek not your fortune in the dark dreary mi ne.
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the strea m of you blood runs as black as the coal.
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew
d anger is double; pleasure s are few.
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's da rk as a dungeon way down in the min e.
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W ell I pray when I'm dead and the ages shall roll
that my body w ill blacken and turn into coal.
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home
and pity the miner diggin' my bones.
Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew
d anger is double; pleasure s are few.
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It's da rk as a dungeon way down in the min e.