You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
They dig for the coal for the most of their lives,
Away from their children, away from their wives,
To make others rich in the heat and the dark,
Who's going to care when they're too old to work ?
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
There's many a miner who's died underground,
Died all alone when the roof tumbled down,
Trapped in the dark underneath the great beams,
Choked out his life in the gas-filled coal seams.
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
I'll work in your factory, I'll work on your farm,
Dig roads till the muscles stand out on my arm.
I fought in your army, I've been out to sea,
But, by Christ, you won't make a coalminer of me.
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
They dig for the coal for the most of their lives,
Away from their children, away from their wives,
To make others rich in the heat and the dark,
Who's going to care when they're too old to work ?
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
There's many a miner who's died underground,
Died all alone when the roof tumbled down,
Trapped in the dark underneath the great beams,
Choked out his life in the gas-filled coal seams.
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
I'll work in your factory, I'll work on your farm,
Dig roads till the muscles stand out on my arm.
I fought in your army, I've been out to sea,
But, by Christ, you won't make a coalminer of me.
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
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