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.