It Falls and Breaks

The sun is shining bright,

wild eagles flying high.

Thy fair blue eyes so fine

when you look at me and smile.

But days are short,

there's so much work.

We must pick the shovel,

the shovel and pick.

Strike and shovel,

and shovel and strike.

No time to rest

our aching breaths.

The prize is near,

sweet gold awaits.

Pick, pick

It falls and breaks

It falls and breaks

Hit, hit

It breaks and falls

It breaks and falls