Blackleg Miner

Oh, it's in the evening after dark
 When the blackleg miner creeps to work
 His moleskin pants and dirty shirt
 There goes the blackleg miner
 Well, he grabs his duds and down he goes
 To hew the coal that lies below
 There's not a girl in this town row
 Will look at the blackleg miner
 Oh, Delaval is a terrible place
 They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
 And around the heaps they run a race
 To catch the blackleg miner
 So divvent gan near the Seghill mine
 Across the way they stretch a line
 To catch the throat and break the spine
 Of the dirty blackleg miner
 So he grabbed his duds, his picks as well
 And they hoy them down the pit of hell
 Down you go and fare you well
 You dirty blackleg miner
 So join the union while you may
 Don't wait till your dying day
 For that may not be far away
 You dirty blackleg miner
 Oh, it's in the evening after dark
 When the blackleg miner creeps to work
 His moleskin pants and dirty shirt
 There goes the blackleg miner
 So join the union while you may
 Don't wait till your dying day
 For that may not be far away
 You dirty blackleg miner
 You dirty blackleg miner
 You dirty blackleg miner