The Miner's Ballad
I am a jovial miner,
I wander up and down,
I have no settled station
In country or in town,
Then a-mining we will go.
I work in Pluto's regions
Where riches are in store,
And when I spend my gettings
I go and dig for more.
When soldiers run from cannon
To live another day,
We live in smoke of powder
And never run away.
When merchants lose their substance
By tempest or by floods,
We feel no change of weather
But safely land our goods.
When criminals at Tyburn
Of ropes do stand in fear,
We hang in ropes so often
We fear no Tyburn here.
Though nobles drive in chariots
They often run in debt;
We drive upon a level
And seldom overset.
When death in silent trenches
Imprisons lords and kings,
We in our graves live merry
And laugh at all his stings.
Some pick the nations' pockets
As others did before,
But we maintain their credit
By picking rocks and ore.
With odd conceits and whimsies
Some do their fortunes sink;
Our whimsies raise us money,
And money raises drink.
Your sailors when a-sinking
Have many a trembling heart;
We sink to live in plenty,
Then call ye t'other quart.
They talk of peace in palaces,
I'm sure there's no such thing;
Then who hath most contentment—
A miner or a king?
Then a-mining we will go.
I am a jovial miner,
I wander up and down,
I have no settled station
In country or in town,
Then a-mining we will go.
I work in Pluto's regions
Where riches are in store,
And when I spend my gettings
I go and dig for more.
When soldiers run from cannon
To live another day,
We live in smoke of powder
And never run away.
When merchants lose their substance
By tempest or by floods,
We feel no change of weather
But safely land our goods.
When criminals at Tyburn
Of ropes do stand in fear,
We hang in ropes so often
We fear no Tyburn here.
Though nobles drive in chariots
They often run in debt;
We drive upon a level
And seldom overset.
When death in silent trenches
Imprisons lords and kings,
We in our graves live merry
And laugh at all his stings.
Some pick the nations' pockets
As others did before,
But we maintain their credit
By picking rocks and ore.
With odd conceits and whimsies
Some do their fortunes sink;
Our whimsies raise us money,
And money raises drink.
Your sailors when a-sinking
Have many a trembling heart;
We sink to live in plenty,
Then call ye t'other quart.
They talk of peace in palaces,
I'm sure there's no such thing;
Then who hath most contentment—
A miner or a king?
Then a-mining we will go.
I wander up and down,
I have no settled station
In country or in town,
Then a-mining we will go.
I work in Pluto's regions
Where riches are in store,
And when I spend my gettings
I go and dig for more.
When soldiers run from cannon
To live another day,
We live in smoke of powder
And never run away.
When merchants lose their substance
By tempest or by floods,
We feel no change of weather
But safely land our goods.
When criminals at Tyburn
Of ropes do stand in fear,
We hang in ropes so often
We fear no Tyburn here.
Though nobles drive in chariots
They often run in debt;
We drive upon a level
And seldom overset.
When death in silent trenches
Imprisons lords and kings,
We in our graves live merry
And laugh at all his stings.
Some pick the nations' pockets
As others did before,
But we maintain their credit
By picking rocks and ore.
With odd conceits and whimsies
Some do their fortunes sink;
Our whimsies raise us money,
And money raises drink.
Your sailors when a-sinking
Have many a trembling heart;
We sink to live in plenty,
Then call ye t'other quart.
They talk of peace in palaces,
I'm sure there's no such thing;
Then who hath most contentment—
A miner or a king?
Then a-mining we will go.
I am a jovial miner,
I wander up and down,
I have no settled station
In country or in town,
Then a-mining we will go.
I work in Pluto's regions
Where riches are in store,
And when I spend my gettings
I go and dig for more.
When soldiers run from cannon
To live another day,
We live in smoke of powder
And never run away.
When merchants lose their substance
By tempest or by floods,
We feel no change of weather
But safely land our goods.
When criminals at Tyburn
Of ropes do stand in fear,
We hang in ropes so often
We fear no Tyburn here.
Though nobles drive in chariots
They often run in debt;
We drive upon a level
And seldom overset.
When death in silent trenches
Imprisons lords and kings,
We in our graves live merry
And laugh at all his stings.
Some pick the nations' pockets
As others did before,
But we maintain their credit
By picking rocks and ore.
With odd conceits and whimsies
Some do their fortunes sink;
Our whimsies raise us money,
And money raises drink.
Your sailors when a-sinking
Have many a trembling heart;
We sink to live in plenty,
Then call ye t'other quart.
They talk of peace in palaces,
I'm sure there's no such thing;
Then who hath most contentment—
A miner or a king?
Then a-mining we will go.
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