With me spade in me hand,
Shovelin' sand, workin' like a slave;
I'm sweatin' all day, savin' my pay,
Sometimes I think I'm diggin' my grave.
Oh, I'm tired and what's worse,
I'm workin' like a horse,
Diggin' holes all over Americay;
When I'm down there in the ground,
It's too dark to see around,
My mind returns back home so far away.
With me spade in me hand,
Shovelin' sand, workin' like a slave;
I'm sweatin' all day, savin' my pay,
Sometimes I think I'm diggin' my grave.
Then I see her in my mind,
The girl I left behind,
Sweet Mary Marley dancin' through the heather;
With a basket in her hand,
Full of soda bread and jam,
She promised me that she would wait forever.
With me spade in me hand,
Shovelin' sand, workin' like a slave;
I'm sweatin' all day, savin' my pay,
Sometimes I think I'm diggin' my grave.
Oh, someday I'll go back home,
Never more to roam,
And darling Mary will belong to me;
I will take her for my wife,
And it's there I'll spend my life,
But right now over here I must be.
With me spade in me hand,
Shovelin' sand, workin' like a slave;
I'm sweatin' all day, savin' my pay,
Sometimes I think I'm diggin' my grave.
Sometimes I think I'm diggin' my grave.