They work in the heat and the coal black dust Sticks to the skin like a burn'd pie crust We curse each day that the miner must Go down in the Brunner mine. Down at the face of the the Brunner mine Two hundred feet by the survey line There's never a sign of sun and sky Down in the Brunner mine. The miner's breath comes short and hot He's using all the breath he's got Whether it's good for his lungs or not Down in the Brunner mine. A sound that'll creep through the miner's soul Is the shake and rattle and down she'll roll A hundred feet of rubble and coal Down in the Brunner mine. A cave-in'll give us a shut down day But that'll never make a miner gay For the trembling earth speaks Judgment Day Down in the Brunner mine.