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 foot race To catch the blackleg miner And divvnt gan 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 grab his duds and his picks as well They hoy him down to the pit of hell Down you go and fare yee well You dirty blackleg miner 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 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
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