Classic Poem

I'm only a rambling miner,
I work where I like it best;
In the coal mines of Kentucky
Or the copper mines in the West.

But always the same I find it
As I light the tricky fuse;
It's stake your life for a dollar,
A gamble to win or lose.

Our backs are tired from stooping,
As we come from the mouth of the mine;
Our faces are caked with coal dust
We're covered with dirt and grime.

But brave is the heart of the miner,
Though weary his fearless feet;
For he's riskin' his life for dollars
So that the women and kids may eat.