My daddy was a miner, said there was nothing finer
Than an Irish man who worked an honest day
From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine, heâ"š¬â"ž¢d make his way down to the mine
Along the dusty road heâ"š¬â"ž¢d travel
Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go
Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.
He used to tell about the time he got hurt down in the mine
He said heâ"š¬â"ž¢d never go back down again
But in his heart he knew he would, he did the only thing he could
Kept on walkinâ"š¬â"ž¢ down that road
Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go
Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.
But when he took to drinkinâ"š¬â"ž¢ we knew that he was thinkinâ"š¬â"ž¢
That his days were quickly coming to an end
Heâ"š¬â"ž¢d only speak of Steamboat Row, he said someday we ought to go
And walk along that dusty road
Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go
Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.