The song of the hammer and drill!

As he toils in the shaft, in the stope or raise,

'Mid dangers which lurk, but elude the gaze,

His nerves with no terrors thrill.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

For the heart of the miner is strong and brave;

Though the rocks may fall, and the shaft may cave

And become his dungeon, if not his grave,

He braves every thought of ill.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

The song of the hammer and drill!

But the heart which is beating in unison

With the steady stroke, e'er the shift is done,

May be cold and forever still.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

He may reap the harvest of danger sowed,

The hole which he drills he may never load,

For the powder may e'en in his hand explode,

To mangle, if not to kill.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

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