Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew, Where danger is double and pleasures are few, Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines Where it's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.
I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll, My body will blacken and turn into coal. Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home, And pity the miner a-diggin' my bones.