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Joseph Bryan Geoghegan

"Down in a Coal Mine" (karaoke)

"Down in a Coal Mine" (sheet music)


I am a jovial collier lad, as blithe as blithe can be,

And let the times be good or bad, they’re all the same to me;

It’s little of the world I know and care less for its ways,

For where the Dog Star never glows, I wear away my days.

 

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground,

Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found,

Digging dusky diamonds all the year around,

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground.

 

My hands are horny, hard and black from working in the vein,

And, like the clothes upon my back, my speech is rough and plain;

Well, if I stumble with my tongue, I’ve one excuse to say:

It’s not the collier’s heart that’s bad, it’s his head that goes astray.

 

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground,

Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found,

Digging dusky diamonds all the year around,

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground.

 

At ev’ry shift, be it soon or late, I haste my bread to earn,

And anxiously my kindred wait and watch for my return;

For death that levels all alike, whate’er their rank may be,

Amid the fire and damp may strike and flings his darts at me.

 

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground,

Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found,

Digging dusky diamonds all the year around,

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground.

 

How little do the great ones care, who sit at home secure,

What hidden dangers colliers dare, what hardships they endure;

The very fires their mansions boast, to cheer themselves and wives,

Mayhap were kindled at the cost of jovial colliers’ lives.

 

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground,

Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found,

Digging dusky diamonds all the year around,

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground.

 

Then cheer up, lads, and make ye much of ev’ry joy you can;

But let your mirth be always such as best becomes a man;

However fortune turns about we’ll still be jovial souls;

What would this country be without the lads that look for coals?

 

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground,

Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found,

Digging dusky diamonds all the year around,

Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground.


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