How her sunny face, in the village,
As a ray of sunshine was shown;
Beloved by them all, both great and small,
Till—till the gay young squire came down.
Ah, me, ’twas the same old story,
Of the trusting girl and the scamp,
The careless miner—the unlit pipe—
And the unclosed Davy Lamp!
A flash and a terrible rumbling,
As loud of smoke from the shaft,