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.