Working Man

WORKING MAN by Rita McNeil

It's a working man I am,and I've been down under ground

An I swear to God-if I ever see the sun

Or for any length of time-I can hold it in my mind

I never again will go down under ground

At the age of sixteen years

Oh he quarrels with his peers

Who vowed-they'd never see another one

In the dark recess of the mine

Where you age before your time

And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs

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At the age of sixty-four

Oh he'll greet you at the door

And he'll gently lead you by the arm

Through the dark recess of the mine

Oh he'll take you back in time

And he'll tell you of the hardships that were had

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