Way down in old nova scotia Moose river it seems is the name Three canadians on easter sunday To the tumbledown gold mine they came They descended the mine for inspectio Never dreaming fate trailed them close by With a crash that gave them no warning Entombed in that mine there to die Brave men from all over the country Volunteered to give up their lives They slaved with unceasing efforts It seemed that death they defied Long days and nights they had labored Turned back when great cave-ins fell While far below patiently waiting Three men were in one living hell Many times turned back when near rescue They seen all was blocking their way With a prayer on their lips they worked onward We must win we must win pray we may On sunday they got their first message From the men prisoned far far below Can you help us they heard the men calling Our sufferings god above only knows Next message filled all hearts with sorrow As they heard them say one pal is gone We are trying our best to hold on boys Do your best don't make it too long At last the great strain it was broken A miner out of breath brought the news We have won the great fight he was calling At last we have dug our way through That great fight against the dark angel It is one fighting heart all the way Still a tragedy came with the rescue From the tomb of those terrible days