oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine it ll form as a habit and seep in your soul till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal where it s dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double and pleasures are few where the rain never falls the sun never shines it s a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine well it s many a man that that i ve seen in my day like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine a man will have lust for the lure of the mine and a pray when i m dead and my ages shall roll that my body would blacken and turn into coal then i ll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the miner digging 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 a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine