Image: In the chutes I graduated instead of going to school--Remember, friends, my parents they were poor; When a boy left the cradle it was always made the rule; To try to keep starvation from the door. At eight years of age to the breaker first I went, To…
Image: When I went to the breaker first I was very young, My mother was left with a family and I the only son; My father he was taken, I hope his soul's at rest --He was crushed to death by a fall of coal while working in his breast.
Image: There came to this country a short time ago, A poor Irish widow from the County Mayo. She had but one son, his age it was eight, And the boss gave him work picking slate. The first day at the breaker the boys all did stare, For poor little Mike was…