Eight-Hour Day
We're brave and gallant miner boys
Who work in underground
For courage and good nature
No finer can be found
We work both late and early
And get but little pay
To support our wives and children
In free Americay
If Satan took the blacklegs
I'm sure t'would bid no sin
What peace and happiness t'would be
For us poor workin' men
Eight hours we'd have for workin'
Eight hours we'd have for play
Eight hours we'd have for sleeping
In free Americay
