Down In the Coalmine - Nuestro Pequeño Mundo

I am a jovial collier lad

As blithe as blithe can be,

And let the times be good or bad

It's all the same to me.

It's the little of the world I know

And care less for its way.

For where the Dog Star never glows

I wear away me days.

Hey! Down in the coalmine, underneath the ground

Where the gleam of sunshine never can be found

Digging up the dusky diamonds all the season ‘round

Deep down in the coalmine, underneath the ground.

Me hands are horny, hard and black

Through working in the vein,

And like the clothes upon me back

Me speech is rough and plain.

Well if I stumble with me tongue

I've one excuse to say:

It's not the collier's heart that's wrong.

It's the head that goes astray.

Hey! Down in the coalmine, underneath the ground

Where the gleam of sunshine never can be found

Digging up the dusky diamonds all the season ‘round

Deep down in the coalmine, underneath the ground.

How little do the great ones care

Who sit at home secure,

What hidden dangers colliers dare,

What hardships they endure.

The very fire they sat beside

To cheer themselves and wives

Was kindled at cost of

Jovial miners' lives.

Hey! Down in the coalmine, underneath the ground

Where the gleam of sunshine never can be found

Digging up the dusky diamonds all the season ‘round

Deep down in the coalmine, underneath the ground.

Then cheer up lads and make the most

Of every joy you can,

And always let your mouth be such

That best befits a man.

For let the times be good or bad

We'll still be jovial souls.

The world would be to me ----

Without the lads who look for coals.

Hey! Down in the coalmine, underneath the ground

Where the gleam of sunshine never can be found

Digging up the dusky diamonds all the season ‘round

Deep down in the coalmine, underneath the ground.