In The Coalmine

Home  |  The Liar  |  In The Coalmine  |  Hard Times  |  The Drover's Dream  |  Writing of Tipperary  |  Widow and the Fairy  |  Mouse In The Bar  |  Rising Of The Moon  |  Wearing of the Green  |  Moses Ri Toora Li Ay  |  In Your Arms  |  Bottle of the Best  |  The Greatest Love  |  Look At Maggie Now  |  City By Laganside  |  Go Lassie Go  |  The Parting Glass  |  What's New  |  Contact Us
 

Down In The Coalmine  

I am a jovial collier* lad, as blithe as blithe can be.
And let the times be good or bad it's all the same to me.
It's little of the world I know, and care less for its ways.
For where the dog star never glows. I wear away my days.

Chorus: Down in the coal mine underneath the ground.
Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found.
Digging up the dusky diamonds all the season round.
Down in the coal mine underneath the ground.

My hands are horny hard and black from working in the vein.
And like the clothes upon my back. y speech is rough and plain
Well, if I stumble with my tongue. I've one excuse to say.
It's not the collier's heart that's wrong. It's the head that goes astray.

Chorus:

How little do the great ones care who sit at home secure.
What hidden dangers colliers dare, what hardships they endure.
The very fire they sit beside to cheer themselves and wives.
Mayhap was kindled at the cost of jovial miners' lives.

Chorus:

Then cheer up lads and make the most of every joy you can.
And always keep your spirits high as best befits a man.
For let the times be good or bad. we'll still be jovial souls.
For where would we all be-
Without the lads who search for coal?

Note: *Collier- coal-miner


Copyright © 2001-2020 by The Jack Horntip CollectionConditions of Use.