1
It’s in the evening after dark
The Blackleg miner goes to work
Wi’ moleskin trousers and his dirty shirt,
There goes the blackleg miner.
2
He teks his pick and down he goes,
To hew the coal that lies below,
There’s not a woman in this town row
Will look at a black leg miner.
3
Deleval is a terrible place,
They rub we clay in a blackleg’s face,
And round the pitheap they run a foot race,
To catch the blackleg miner.
4
Don’t go near Seghill mine,
Across the way they stretch a line;
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of a dirty blackleg miner.
5
We’ll tek yer tools and duds as well,
And hoy them down the pit o’ hell;
Down you go and fare thee well,
Ye dirty blackleg miner.
6
So join the Union while ye may
Don’t wait till your dyin’ day -
For that may not be far away
Ye dirty Blackleg miners!