Ah little thinking it was his last
That November Sabbath morn
As he went joyously to his task
His duty to perform.

Down, down, where no sun shines
There wrought an honest soul
Now a victim of the mines
He swells that heavy roll.

A faithful wife is now bereaved
Of one she loved the best
And little children sadly grieved
When father's laid to rest.

Uncertain and precarious life
Changes wrought with every breath
Comforts, hardships, pleasures, strife
The end we know is death.

Reverse of original shown out of interest.