The Blackleg Miners
Oh, early in the evenin', just after darkThe blackleg miners creep te wark
Wi' their moleskin trousers an' dorty short
There go the backleg miners
They take their picks an' doon they go
Te dig the coal that lies belaw
An' there's not a woman in this toon row
Will look at a blackleg miner
Oh, Delaval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in a blackleg's face
An' roond the pit-heaps they run a foot race
Wi' the dorty blackleg miners
Now, don't go near the Seghill mine
Across the way they stretch a line
Te catch the throat an' break the spine
O' the dorty backleg miners
They'll take your tools an' duds as well
An' hoy them doon the pit o' hell
It's doon ye go, an' fare ye well
Ye dorty blackleg miners
Se join the union while ye may
Don't wait till your dyin' day
For that may not be far away
Ye dorty blackleg miners