| Way back when copper was king | 
| Fortunes grew on the blood of my kin | 
| Digging deep and sacrificed | 
| They all paid a terrible price | 
| In black holes they slaved away | 
| Wearing crowns of candle and clay | 
| Suffering fire, and flood and pain | 
| All for the sake of another’s man gain | 
| Living, and dying, barely surviving | 
| Down in the ground in the poisoned air | 
| Down where the mineral lords didn’t care | 
| Down in the dark where they lost their soul | 
| Down, down, down in the hole | 
| Women and children barrowing ore | 
| Slaving up on the dressing floor | 
| Carrying the weight of a full grown man | 
| All to fill that Captain’s plan | 
| In the mines they sweated and bled | 
| Barely earned their daily bread | 
| Dying young they had no life | 
| All they knew was hunger and strife | 
| Living, and dying, barely surviving | 
| Mines are closed, but you may see | 
| They’ve still left their legacy | 
| Hidden in the bracken round | 
| Shafts await to take you down | 
| Down in the ground in the poisoned air | 
| Down where nobody knows you’re there | 
| Down in the dark where you’ll lose your soul | 
| Down, down, down in the hole | 
| Down in the hole | 
| Way on down | 
| Down in the hole | 
| Down in the hole |