Well c'mon all you fellas
So young and so fine
Seek not your fortunes
In the dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit
And will seep in your soul
Till a stream of your blood runs
As black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon
And it's damp as a tomb
Dangers are double
And the pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls
And the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon
Way down in the mine

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