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Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine |
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Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine |
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It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul |
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Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal |
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Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double pleasures are few |
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Where the rain never falls the sun never shines |
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It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine |
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Well it's many a man that I've seen in my day |
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(uh huh no laughin' during this song please it's bein' recorded) |
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Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine |
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A man will have lust for the lure of the mine |
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And pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll |
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That my body would blacken and turn into coal |
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Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home |
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And pity the miner digging my bones |
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Where it's dark as a dungeon |
