River it seems was the name.
Sunday, to the tumbledown
They descended the mine for inspection,
never dreaming fate trailed them close by.
While far below, patiently awaiting,
Entombed in that mine there to die,
Brave men from all over the
Volunteered to give up their lives.
They slaved with unceasing effort,
It seemed a death they de fied.
Turned back when great cave -ins fell.
While far below patiently awaiting,
Three men were in one living hell.
They seemed always blocking
With a prayer on their lips
We must win, we must win, pray we may.
Sunday they got their first message,
From the man prisoned far, far below,
they heard the men calling,
Next message fill all hearts with sorrow,
They heard them say one pal is gone.
We are trying our best to hold on, boy,
Do your best, don't make it too long.
At last the great strain was broken,
A miner out of breath brought the news.
We have won the great fight he was calling
At last we have won our way through
That great fight against the dark angel
Was one fighting hard all the way
Still a tragedy came with a rescue
From the tomb of those terrible days
Now friend, this story is ending
With hardships of many a day
This rescue will go down in history,
