Oh come all you young fellers, so you ng and so fin e, seek not your
fortune in the da rk dreary min d. It'll form as a habit and seep in your
so ul, till the stre am of you blood runs as black as the coal. Where it's
da rk as the dungeon, dam p as the dew. Danger is double, pleasures are few,
where the rain never falls, where the su n never shin es, it's dark as the
dungeon way do wn in the min e. Like a man with his dope, like a drunka rd with
his wi fe, a man will have lust for the lure of the mine. And I'll pray when
I'm dead, and my ag es shall rol l, that my body would blacken and turn into
co al. And I'd look from the door of my heave nly home and pity the miner
dig gin my bone s. Where it's dark as the dungeon, damp as the dew. Dangers
are double, pleas ures are few , where the rain never falls, the sun never
shi nes, it's dar k as the dungeon way down in the mine.