Steeleye Span - 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 divvant gang near the Seghill mine, Across the way they stretch a line To catch the throat and 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 and fare ye 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.