作曲 : Traditional
We  are  miners,hard  rock  miners
To  the  shaft  house  we  must  go
Pour  your  bottles  on  our  shoulders
We  are  marching  to  the  slow
On  the  line  boys,on  the  line  boys
Drill  your  holes  and  stand  in  line
'til  the  shift  boss  comes  to  tell  you
You  must  drill  her  out  on  top
Can't  you  feel  the  rock  dust  in  your  lungs?
It'll  cut  down  a  miner  when  he  is  still  young
Two  years  and  the  silicosis  takes  hold
And  I  feel  like  I'm  dying  from  mining  for  gold
Yes,I  feel  like  I'm  dying  from  mining  for  gold