Standard (EADGBE)
Oh come all you young fellers, so young and so fine, seek not your
fortune in the dark dreary mind. It'll form as a habit and seep in your
soul, till the stream of you blood runs as black as the coal. Where it's
dark as the dungeon, damp as the dew. Danger is double, pleasures are few,
where the rain never falls, where the sun never shines, it's dark as the
dungeon way down in the mine. Like a man with his dope, like a drunkard with
his wife, a man will have lust for the lure of the mine. And I'll pray when
I'm dead, and my ages shall roll, that my body would blacken and turn into
coal. And I'd look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the miner
diggin my bones. Where it's dark as the dungeon, damp as the dew. Dangers
are double, pleasures are few, where the rain never falls, the sun never
shines, it's dark as the dungeon way down in the mine.