Back a long time ago, sumbuddy (I ain't sure who) wrote a song 'bout diggin' coal an' it come t' mind jest now. Here's the words:
Dark as a Dungeon
Come all you young fellows so young and so fine
And seek not your fortune way down in the mine
It will form like a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood flows as black as the coal
It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
The danger is doubled and the pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
There's many a man I have seen in my day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine
A man can have lust for the lure of the mine
Oh when I am dead and the ages shall roll
My body will blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home
And pity the miner a-digging my bones
I'm gonna try singin' it an' I'll post up a MP3 if I can.
UPDATE: Well, I made a mp3 audio recordin' o' me singin' that there tune an' I'm dedicatin' it t' them pore fellers an' their pore families.
I don't reckon anybuddy from West Virginny reads my little boog but I'm sendin' out my sympathy anyways. It's a heartbreakin' story. 'Specially, when they thought the fellers was alive an' now they're all dead 'cept fer the one.