When you visit Mount Isa,
There's a story some tell...
About those Enterprise miners,
Who worked close to hell...
They whinged and they bitched,
About the dust and the heat...
Their crib room’s too small,
And they can't find a seat...
With all jokes aside,
They worked hard at this mine...
Just ask old Mick Cindric,
They'd punch that decline !
Now if you came down,
To see them at work...
You'll have to look hard ,
For in the shadows they lurk...
So just spare a thought,
When you leave to go home...
To the boys down the One Mile,
In the darkness they roam....
Len newey