The Blackleg Miners
1 Oh, early in the evenin', just after dark,
The blackleg miners creep to work. Wi' their moleskin trousers an' dirty shirt, There go the backleg miners.
2 They take their picks an' down they go,
To dig the coal that lies below, An' there's not a woman in this town row Will look at a blackleg miner.
3 Oh, Delaval is a terrible place,
They rub wet clay in a blackleg's face. An' round the pit-heaps they run a foot race Wi' the dirty blackleg miners.
4 Now, don't go near the Seghill mine,
Across the way they stretch a line, To catch the throat an' break the spine O' the dirty backleg miners.
5 They'll take your tools an' duds as well
An' hoy them down the pit o' hell. It's down ye go, an' fare ye well
6 So join the union while you may,
Don't wait till your dyin' day, For that may not be far away, Ye dirty blackleg miners.