When the whistle  blows each morning

And I walk down  in the cold dark mine.

I say a prayer  to my dear savior

Please let me see  that sunshine one more time.

 

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O when  will  it be  over

When will  I lay these burdens down

And when I die,  dear Lord in heaven

Please take my soul  from beneath that cold dark ground.

 

I still grieve for my dear Brother

And I still hear my dear old mother cry.

Late that night,  they came and told her

He’d lost his life down in the Big Shoal Mine.