Blackleg Miner

It's in the evening after dark
The blackleg miner creeps to work
In his moleskin pants and dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner

He'll take his pick and off he goes
To hew the coal that lies below
There's not a woman in this town row
Will look at the blackleg miner

And Delaval is a terrible place
They'll rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
And around the pits they run a footrace
To catch that blackleg miner

And don't go near the Seghill mine
Across the top they stretched a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner

They'll take his pick and his duds as well
And throw him down the pit of hell
So move along and fare thee well
You dirty blackleg miner

So join the union while you may
Don't wait until your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner

It's in the evening after dark
The blackleg miner creeps to work
With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner

You dirty blackleg miner!