Blackleg Miner

Oh, it's in the evening after dark

That the blackleg miner goes to work

With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt

There goes the blackleg miner

Oh, he takes his pick and down he goes,

To hew the coal that lies below

There's not a woman in this town row

Would look at the blackleg miner

Oh, it's in the evening after dark

That the blackleg miner goes to work

With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt

There goes the blackleg miner

Oh, Delaval is a terrible place

They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face

Around the pit they run a footrace

To catch the blackleg miner

And don't go near the Seghill mine

Across the top they've stretched a line

To catch the throat, and break the spine

Of the dirty blackleg miner

It's in the evening after dark

That the blackleg miner goes to work

With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt

There goes the blackleg miner

They take his picks and duds as well

And hurl them down the pit of Hell

So off you go, and fare thee well

You dirty 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

It's in the evening after dark

That the blackleg miner goes to work

With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt

There goes the blackleg miner

It's in the evening after dark

The blackleg miner goes to work

His moleskin pants and dirty shirt

There goes the blackleg miner