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