Shut up in the mine of Coal Creek,
We know that we must die;
But if we trust in Jesus
To heaven our souls shall fly.

Our lamps are burning dimly,
Our food is almost gone;
Death's grasp is sure but awful,
Soon we'll be carried home.

Goodbye, dear wives and children,
May you be treated kind,
For now our time has come to die,
Shut up in the Coal Creek mine.

Eleven of us were prisoned,
And two dear ones have died;
Nine more are left to suffer,
And die in the Coal Creek mine.

Farewell, dear wives and mothers,
You're left behind to mourn,
But if you follow Jesus,
We'll meet in heavenly home.

Dear friends, you should take warning,
And listen to what we say;
You're now in the world of sunlight,
So there you'd better stay.