Come and listen, young fellers, so young and so fine And seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mines It will form as a habit and seep in your soul 'Til the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal Where 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 mines There's many a man who I've known in my day Who lived just to labor his whole life away Like a fiend with his dope or a drunkard his wine A man will have lust for the lure of the mines Well I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll My body will blacken and turn into coal Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home And pity the miner that's digging my bones