FIELDS OF ELDORADO
|The whistle screams – a piercing warning
Awakens the town to the miners’ plight
Down in the tunnel, where the mud ooze thickens
All is not well in the mine tonight.
“I’ll call my mates,” says young Joe Ferguson
“Steady lads, and keep your lights now
Six of their friends, they didn’t make it
|Resting in the earth that killed them
Lives cut short, in the ground below
The night shift miners of the McEvoy Company
Now at peace in the fields of Eldorado.
The whistle screamed – a piercing warning
Resting in the earth that killed them
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