Dark as a Dungeon

Come all you library folk so weird and so fine

 And seek not your fortune way down in His-Gen

 It will form like a habit and seep in your soul

 Till the stream of your blood flows as black as the New England Genealogical Register

 (Chorus:) It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew

 The danger is doubled and the pleasures are few

 Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines

 It's dark as a dungeon way down in LL4 

 There's many a staffer I have seen in my day

 Who lived just to labor his whole life away

 Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine

 A man can have lust for the lure of the whine

 (Chorus) Oh when I am dead and the ages shall roll

 My body will blacken and turn into fiche 

Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home 

And pity the clerk just a filing my bones