When the fox slinks silent from his lair,
The robin sings a final air,
And the moonlight wakes the sleeping hare,
Its then we take our part..

Down in the dark where no-one can see us,
Down in the dark through the sand and the loam,
Down in the dark where no-one can hear us,
Old Brock he's a digging, digging, digging.
Old Brock he's a digging, digging his home.

We spend the daytime in the deep
Then walk abroad, while others sleep.
We to ourselves our counsel keep,
For that's our ancient way.....

Down in the dark where no-one can see us,
Down in the dark through the sand and the loam,
Down in the dark where no-one can hear us,
Old Brock he's a digging, digging, digging.
Old Brock he's a digging, digging his home.

One by one we venture out,
For any danger cast about.
Then turn again if there's any doubt,
For time is on our side......

Down in the dark where no-one can see us,
Down in the dark through the sand and the loam,
Down in the dark where no-one can hear us,
Old Brock he's a digging, digging, digging.
Old Brock he's a digging, digging his home.

There's no top table in our hall,
We favour none but care for all.
If you can't climb then you can't fall,
And so we keep our law......

Down in the dark where no-one can see us,
Down in the dark through the sand and the loam,
Down in the dark where no-one can hear us,
Old Brock he's a digging, digging, digging.
Old Brock he's a digging, digging his home.