Classic Poem

Working in the mines, boys,
Mighty hard to stand;
Lordy, lordy, these old mines
Has killed a many a man.

Buckets on our arms, boys,
Watch them miners go;
Got to reach the hill on time;
Hear the whistle blow!

See that man a-comin',
Time book in his hand;
Super pays him by the month
To rob the workin' man.

Loaded coal all day, boys;
Ding-dong says we eat;
Rice and bull-dog gravy,
But not a bite of meat.

Mine boss at the office
Cutting down our pay;
Hard times at Mossy Bottom,
But here I guess I'll stay.