Blackleg Miner Letra

It's in the evenin after dark When the blackleg miner creeps to work With his moleskin pants an dirty shirt There goes the backleg miner He takes his pick an doon he goes To hew the coal that lies below But there's not a woman in this town row Would look at a blackleg miner Oh, Delaval is a terrible place They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face Around the pit-heaps they run a foot race To catch the blackleg miner Divvn't gan near the Seghill mine Across the way they stretch a line To catch the throat an break the spine Of the dirty backleg miner Tak your tools an gear as well An hoy them doon the pit of hell Doon ye go an fare ye well Ye dirty blackleg miner So join the union while ye may Don't wait until your dying day For that may not be far away Ye dirty blackleg miner