It's a working man I am and I've been down underground And I swear to god if I ever see the sun

Or for any length of time, I can hold it in my mind

I never again will go down underground

At the age of sixty years, my father close to tears

Vowed he'd never send another son

To the dark recess of the mines

Where you age before your time

And the Cole dust lies heavy on your lungs

At the age of sixty five, I pray I'm still alive

And the wheel above the mine no longer turns

They've finally closed the hole, where we would fetch the coal I never again will go down under ground