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.