The boss's tricks of '76 they met with some success
Until the hand of God came down and made them do with less
The robbed the honest miner lad and drunk his flowin' bowl
Through poverty we were compelled to dig their two cent coal
But the river it bein' frozen, of course, the poor might starve
What did those tyrant bosses say? "It's just what they deserve!"
But God who always aids the just, all things He does control
He broke the ice, and He sent it down
And sunk their two cent coal
Their tipples, too, fled from our view, and down the river went
They seemed to cry as they passed by: "You tyrants now repent!"
For while you rob the honest lad, remember you've a soul
And your soul is sinking deeper than the ice sunk your two cent coal.
It's to conclude and finish, let us help our fellow man
And is our brother's in distress, assist him if you can
To keep the wolf off from his door and shelter him from cold
That he never again shall commit the crime
Of digging two cent coal
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