Blackleg Miner

It's in evening after dark

When the blackleg miner creeps to work

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 woman 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

'Round the heaps they run a race

To catch the blackleg miner

And divvent gan near the Seghill mine

Across the way they stretch a line

To catch the throat, to break the spine

Of the dirty blackleg miner

They grabbed his duds, his picks as well

And they hoy them down the pit of hell

Down you go, we fare you well

You dirty blackleg miner

It's in evening after dark

When the blackleg miner creeps to work

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