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But there’s no artesian water, though we’ve passed three thousand feet,  And the contract price is growing, and the boss is nearly beat.  But it must be down beneath us, and it’s down we’ve got to go,  Though she’s bumping on the solid rock four thousand feet below.  Sinking down, deeper down,  Oh, we’re going deeper down:  And it’s time they heard us knocking on the roof of Satan’s dwellin’;  But we’ll get artesian water if we cave the roof of hell in  Oh! we’ll get artesian water deeper down. 

But it’s hark! the whistle’s blowing with a wild, exultant blast,  And the boys are madly cheering, for they’ve struck the flow at last;  And it’s rushing up the tubing from four thousand feet below,  Till it spouts above the casing in a million-gallon flow.  And it’s down, deeper down  Oh, it comes from deeper down;  It is flowing, ever flowing, in a free, unstinted measure  From the silent hidden places where the old earth hides her treasure Where the old earth hides her treasures deeper down.