down we go into the black to spend our days in the cold and gloom deep into the caverns we made deeper than the worms that wriggle or glow deeper still than the colleagues we bury for a bit of gold thats too small to hold or a bit of coal thats too black to see for a miners lot is darkness and the dank smell of earth is our friend not the one who stands atop and winches up and down we are like the pit ponies there we are kept by the oppression of low wages and the miners cough and the inability to rise above until in unity we stand in unity we fight for a fair wage and a safe mine and compensation to our wives should we not come home this class division that is our war must be fought as one union who in the employing class can claim to understand our plight the working class will control the means of production abolish the wage system live in harmony with the earth the employing class are overwhelmed at craft unions merging into workers union where in time the working class will overthrow capitalism within the shell of the old we go down that black hole not for gold not for coal we go down the hole for the self respect that we all say i am a miner i am a miner not a word was spoken .