"Dig! Dig! Dig!" the master says,
"Dig! Dig! Dig!" while the world revels;
"Dig! Dig! Dig!" this grave right here,
"Dig! Dig! Dig!" 'til the end's near;
And all I do is follow orders,
All I do is dig, with fear;
For Digging all day long's, my bane,
Digging, until I writhe in pain;
When the day dies and the night arrives,
A few hours, there is respite;
And then the morrow, again the sorrow,
"Dig! Dig! Dig!", my miserable heart cries;
Then I pause but a moment, wonder,
Do I pay for a forgotten blunder?
Yes or no, for certain,
I cannot tell;
But this much I know,
This grave I dig, there someday I shall eventually dwell.
