The Miner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBADDDB ABEEBAFFFB ABGGBAHIIB ABJJBAKKKB| Clink Clink Clink | A |
| The song of the hammer and drill | B |
| At the sound of the whistle so shrill and clear | C |
| He must leave the wife and the children dear | C |
| In his cabin upon the hill | B |
| Clink Clink Clink | A |
| But the arms that deliver the sturdy stroke | D |
| Ere the shift is done may be crushed or broke | D |
| Or the life may succumb to the gas and smoke | D |
| Which the underground caverns fill | B |
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| Clink Clink Clink | A |
| The song of the hammer and drill | B |
| As he toils in the shaft in the stope or raise | E |
| 'Mid dangers which lurk but elude the gaze | E |
| His nerves with no terrors thrill | B |
| Clink Clink Clink | A |
| For the heart of the miner is strong and brave | F |
| Though the rocks may fall and the shaft may cave | F |
| And become his dungeon if not his grave | F |
| He braves every thought of ill | B |
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| Clink Clink Clink | A |
| The song of the hammer and drill | B |
| But the heart which is beating in unison | G |
| With the steady stroke e'er the shift is done | G |
| May be cold and forever still | B |
| Clink Clink Clink | A |
| He may reap the harvest of danger sowed | H |
| The hole which he drills he may never load | I |
| For the powder may e'en in his hand explode | I |
| To mangle if not to kill | B |
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| Clink Clink Clink | A |
| The song of the hammer and drill | B |
| Facing dangers more grim than the cannon's mouth | J |
| Breathing poisons more foul than the swamps of the south | J |
| In their tropical fens distill | B |
| Clink Clink Clink | A |
| Thus the battle he fights for his daily bread | K |
| Thus our gold and our silver our iron and lead | K |
| Cost us lives as true as our blood is red | K |
| And probably always will | B |
Alfred Castner King
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