We are miners, miners hard rock miners
To the shaft house we must go
Bottles on our shoulders
We are marching to the slope

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 time

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, mining for gold