Tank's Poetry
Tank's Poetry |
united states mine rescue association
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Oh, come all you young fellers, so young and so fine And seek not your fortunes way down in the mine It will form like a habit and seep in your soul 'Til the stream of your blood flows as black as the coal It's dark as a dungeon and 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's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine There is many a man I have seen in my day Who lived just to labor his whole life away Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine A man will have lust for the lure of the mine It's dark as a dungeon and 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's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine I hope when I'm dead and the ages shall roll That my body will blacken and turn into coal I will look from the door of my heavenly home And pity the miner a' diggin' my bones It's dark as a dungeon and 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's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine |
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