The collier's wife had four tall sons Brought from the pit's mouth dead, And crushed from foot to head;When others brought her husband home,Had five dead bodies in her room.
Had five dead bodies in her house-- All in a row they lay-- To bury in one day:Such sorrow in the valley hasMade kindness grow like grass
Oh, collier, collier, underground, In fear of fire and gas, What life more danger has?Who fears more danger in this life?There is but one--thy wife!
