We
dig by day and we dig by night,
For the iron
ore and the anthracite-
For the ore
so gray, and the coal so bright;
Sing ho, for
the ore and the anthracite!
The sailor's
life has its round of charms,
The storm
and chase with their wild alarms;
And he sings
as the boatswain pipes to arms,
"Ho! Ho!
for the sea with its mystic charms."
The soldier
fights for a scanty hire,
Yet pants
for the strife and the battle's fire;
As he to
the ramparts' heights aspires
Sings-"Ho!
for the strife and the battle's fire!"
The farmer
treads o'er his furrowed land,
And scatters
seed with his careful hand,
And sings
as he twists his shining hands,
"Ho! Ho!
for hearty harvest hands."
The miner
pants for no gory goal;
In vain to
him may the battle roll;
Yet his manly
heart and his fearless soul
Sing-"Ho!
success to the gleaming coal."
We dig
by day and we dig by night
For the iron
ore and the anthracite-
For the ore
so gray, and the coal so bright;
Sing ho!
for the ore and the anthracite.
