Blackleg Miners Songtext
von The Ian Campbell Folk Group

It′s in the evenin' after dark
When the Blackleg Miners creep to work
With their moleskin trousers
And their dirty shirts
Their called the Blackleg Miners

They take their picks, and down they go
To hew the coal that lies below
And there isn′t a woman in this town row
Will look at a Blackleg Miner


Oh, Delaval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in the Blacklegs' face
And 'round the pit heaps they run a foot race,
With the dirty Blackleg Miners

Oh, [?] to the Seghill mine
Where across the way they stretch a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty Blackleg Miners

They′ll take your tools and your duds as well
And throw them down to the pit of hell
It′s "down ya go" and "fare ye well"
You dirty Blackleg Miners

So join the union while you may
Don't wait ′til your dyin' day
All that may not be far away
You dirty Blackleg Miners