Richard Thompson - Blackleg Miner lyrics

It's in the evening after dark When the blackleg miner creeps to work With his 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 And around the heaps they run a footrace To catch the blackleg miner And even down 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 pay you well You dirty blackleg miner It's in the evening after dark That the blackleg miner creeps to work With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt There goes the blackleg miner So join the union while you may Don't wait 'til your dying day For that may not be far away You dirty blackleg miner