Out of the dirt and darkness I was born,
Out of the hard black coal face I was torn,
and the earth split open.
where the rock was broken.
Burrowed a hole away in the coal,
in the darkness I was laid
Go down, down in the dirt
and darkness I was raised
Started me time away in the mine
On the day that I was born,
I was six foot tall, go down.
I learned the way to hoe,
On the third day worked at
getting me steam up ewing the seam,
of the son of a collier's son,
Coal dust flows in the veins
where the blood should run,
Five steel ribs and an iron backbone,
teeth that can bite through
hewed at the coal by hand
Go down, in the pits of Durham
Asunder, buried more times
Getting the coal away in the hole
where only a mole could go
In the thin -cut seams of
Where even the rats are born
Bowlegged, winning the coal
Have worked in the Hutton, the Plessy,
Go down! The Bencham, the Busty,
the Beaumont, the Marshall Green
Go down! I've lain on me back
in the old three -quarter,
Up to the chin in stinkin' water,
Hewin' the coal away in the hole,
In the northern pits I've
sweated and earned me pay,
Toiled in the worn -out drift mines
I've tried me hand at the hard rock mining,
I dug me a hole away in the cold,
Out of the dirt and darkness
Out of the hard black coal face
Left in the shade of the high pit heap,
Where the seams are deep,
I'm digging a hole away in the cold,