And you dig,
And you dig,
And you dig in the ground;
Yes you dig in the cold hard ground.
As you dig,
There's a rock,
But there's no time to stop;
So you pound on the rock,
For there's no time to stop.
So you pound,
And you pound,
And you pound on the wedge;
That you've placed in a crack,
On the rock that you sledge.
And at last,
There's a crack,
And it breaks and at last;
You throw bits to the dark,
And you're back on your path.
And you dig,
And you dig,
And you dig in the ground;
Yes you dig in the cold hard ground.
As you dig,
There's some clay,
And you dig all the day;
But the clay is too thick,
To your fingers it sticks.
So you scratch,
And you claw,
And you scoop up it all;
And at last it lets up,
And you're no longer stuck.
And you dig,
And you dig,
And you dig in the ground;
Yes you dig in the cold hard ground.
As you dig,
At long last,
You have finished your task;
For the hole that you've dug,
Has been dug to be snug.
Yes you dug,
Yes you dug,
Yes you dug in the ground;
Yes you dug in the cold hard ground.
Now you're done,
You may sleep,
Now you'll no longer weep;
Time to rest, just lay down,
Yes right there in the ground.
Now you lie,
Now you lie,
Now you lie in the ground;
Yes you lie in the cold hard ground.
