Oh, come all you young fellers, young and so fine.

Seek not your fortune in the dark, dreary mine.

It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul,

Till the stream of you blood runs as black as the coal.

Where it's dark as a dungeon, damp as the dew,

danger is double; pleasures are few.

Where the rain never falls, the sun never shines,

It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.

Well, I pray when I'm dead and the ages shall roll,

that my body will blacken and turn into coal.

Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home

and pity the miner diggin' my bones.

Where it's dark as a dungeon, damp as the dew,

danger is double; pleasures are few.

Where the rain never falls, the sun never shines,

It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.