He's in a very bad way   Someone will tell his wife   They'll run and fetch the doctor   To try and save his life.      He was the underground man   A slave to rock and mud   The self appointed cave man   The nation's life blood.      He did not own a mansion   He drove not limousine   His requirements were few to   Make more amenable the seam.      The rain has washed his body   Laid out in surface light   They'll run and fetch the curate   To try and put things right.