The Blackleg Miner


Oh early in the evening just after dark
The blackleg miners creep to wark,
Wi' their moleskin trousers an' dorty shirt,
There go the blackleg miners

They take their picks an' doon they go
Te dig the coal that lies belaw
An' there's not a woman in this toon raw
Will look at a blackleg miner

Oh, Delaval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in a blackleg's face,
An' tound the pit heaps they run a foot race
Wi' the dirty blackleg miners

Now don't ga near the Seghill mine;
Across the way they stretch a line
Te catch the throat an' break the spine
O' the dirty blackleg miners.

They'll take your tools an' duds as well,
An' hoy them doon the pit o' hell
It's doon ye go, an' fare ye well,
Ye dirty blackleg miners

So join the union while ye may;
Don't wait till yer dyin' day
For that may not be far away
Ye dorty blackleg miners!

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