A hard day’s work of mining

While the bright sun was shining

The seven dwarfs were walking,

Down the street and then up the hill,

Whistling a merry tune so shrill.

With pickaxes on their shoulders,

And bright and cheery faces,

Looking smart in overalls and bootlaces.

Every morning they went out,

With a merry tune and a shoutout,

With a spring in every energetic step.

Every evening they returned weary,

After a hard day’s wo…