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'll wear I away my days
Down in the coalmine, underneath the ground Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found Digging up the dusty diamonds all the seasons round Deep down in the coalmine, underneath the ground
Me hands are horny, hard and black wi' working in the vein And like the clothes upon me back my 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
Down in the coalmine, underneath the ground Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found Digging up the dusty diamonds all the seasons round Deep down in the coalmine, underneath the ground
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
Down in the coalmine, underneath the ground Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found Digging up the dusty diamonds all the seasons round Deep down in the coalmine, underneath the ground
Then cheer up, lads, and make the most of every joy you can And always let your mirth be such as best befits a man For let the times be good or bad we'll still be jovial souls For where would Britain be without the lads who look for coalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
