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Show Miner's Sony, Joaqulu Miller. - : . In the earth aud underground, Full half a mile balow, Where the days may never come, Where the nlghte mny never go, Where the smoky gnomes ara found, Just a level mile below We are ruololng through the ground, ' We are marcbJngjanderground Full a hundred thousand strong. You may bear our armor sound, You may hear our battle song, There is clash of pluk aud tine, There Is movement In the mine-. We are marching underground. We are fighting underground, Now a thud, a smell of powder-Louder powder-Louder now, and louder, louder -TH1 the deeps be deaf with sound. We are battling with the gnomes, AVe have gripped them In their homes, We are bleeding underground. . We shall conquer underground, We Hhall pillage custlo, palace, ' We shall plunder plate and chalice, Where the busy gnomes abound ; . We shall rise with shouts of Joy, We shall come 11 ko Greeks from Troy, From the buttle underground. |