The Miners Hymn

Rock of Ages, cleft by me, Let me find, some gold in Thee. Find some gold, and silver too, Or a lot, of lead would do. Rock of Ages, share with me, The sight of gold, I want to see. Through desert heat, and arctic cold, I have searched, this land for gold. Many a mile, on tired feet, No water to drink, and naught to eat. Rock of Ages, don’t torture me, Release Thy gold, and set it free. Sometime soon, as a surprise, Please...

The Simple Truth

If you think of going mining, Better stop and think some more. For if you do, you’ll be worse off Than you ever were before. Every cent you can beg or borrow, Will go into the ground. You never will be satisfied, ‘Till you have drilled another ‘round’. You will work like a fool From daylight ‘till dark, You will find that mining Isn’t much of a lark. What little rest you get Won’t do you much good. When you should be...