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Surrounded by the Bay of Conception
Bell Island anchored for miles perception
Deep deep under the mine that was drudged
Remnants of rail blind horses that tugged 

Not the mainland but off Canada's shore
The iron ore mines that are no more
Deep in the ground of old Newfoundland
To far the ore that made it grand

No longer the mine that prosperity gave
But a wondrous long mysterious cave 
The pumps are off the water it fills
Divers around go diving for thrills

With caution it's done for there is a list
Many dead miners it does exist
Even though the mine is gone
I've heard some divers have move on

Now some would say there is a ghost
It might be fearful scary to most 
Maybe some spirit or even a fairy
This one could be an old Canterbury

None the less men will explore
That is how we got the ore
So once again you go down under
Miles of caves and all its wonder

Fulfill your quest a bucket list
Check it off and dive the mist
Follow the rope and stay the course
Find the shoe of the old black horse

Search you will with flipper and light
To plunder a relic you'll feel the smite
Of an old ghost miner with pick and shovel
He'll take it back that item you smuggle

So resist the urge to pillage and plunder
We can't get out from so far under
Take our tools you'll leave us bare
So put them down or else beware

Of the old ghost miners protecting this place
We once lived and ran life's race
We are no more to cross the Bay
Make the ferry at the end of the day

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