Come and listen, you fellas, so young and so fineAnd seek not your fortune in a dark, dreary mineIn a farm, as a habit, and seep in your soulTill the stream of your blood is as black as goldIt's dark as a dungeon and damp as a dewWhere dangers double and pleasures are fewWhere the rain never falls and the sun never shinesIt's dark as a dungeonIt's dark as a dungeonIt's dark as a dungeonWe are all menWay down in the mineNot so many as the man I've seen in my dayWho lived just a labor his whole life awayLike a fiend with his dopeOr a drunkard in his bedNot so many as the man he servedFor his wineMan, we'll have lust for the lure of the mineNot as st buses to直 driveWhat a��ерб i'll voluntarily goI think I'm gonna goalHere's a vintage winebaloney boozeAnd, oh, get a sip of that, it's my favorite good winea La Crepe derleche?falls andthe sun nevershinesIt's dark asa dungeon waydown inthe mineI hope when I'mgoneand the ages shallrollmy bodywill blackenand turninto goldThen I'll lookfrom the doorof myheavenlyhomeAnd pitythe minerdiggingmy bonesIt's darkas a dungeonand damp asthe blueWhere danger isdouble andpleasures are fewWhere the rainnever fallsAndthe sun nevershinesIt's dark asa dungeon waydown inthe mineWhere the rainnever fallsAnd the sunnever shinesIt's darkas a dungeonway down inOne way down in the mines