The Mines of Belest
Come and listen you fellows, so young and so fine,
And seek now our fortune in the caverns and mines.
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul,
'Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal.
It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew,
Where danger is double and pleasures are few,
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.
The midnight, the morning, or the middle of day,
Is the same to the miner who labors away.
Your eyes must be keen and your feet planted firm,
One fall of the slate and your fate is assured.
It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew,
Where danger is double and pleasures are few,
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.
I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll,
My body will blacken and turn into coal.
Then I'll look from the door of good Moradin's home,
And watch o'er the miner a-diggin' my bones.
