THE HARD WORKING MINER
 I'm a hard working man, you can see by my hands,
Although I am friendly
and free.
A dollar a day is a very
small pay
For a man with a large
family.
I didn't come here, boys, to boast or to brag,
But just for to tell
you my troubles,
I work day and night
and the world I must fight
And load coal with my
pick and my shovel.
CHORUS
I work in the mines where
the sun never shines
Nor daylight does ever appear;
With my lamp blazing red
on the top of my head,
And in danger I never know
fear. |
Just think of the poor man who works in the mines
With the mules and the rats
underground;
Where the smoke is so thick
you can cut it with a stick,
And can weigh it on scales
by the pound.
My face it is black from the dust of the coal,
Though my heart it is open
and free;
I would share my last loaf with the man that's in want,
Though I earn it hard you
can see.
Now, my kind friends, I will bid you good-bye;
I cannot stay here any longer,
I'll pick up my pack, throw it o'er my back,
And I think I will make my
road shorter,
I have a wife and small family at home in the house,
And to meet me I'm sure they'll
be glad,
They will stand at the door when I'm on my way home,
And they'll say to their
mama, "Here's Dad." |
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