Steeleye Span - Blackleg Miner Lyrics
It's in the evening after darkWhen 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 rowWill 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 footraceTo catch the blackleg miner.And even down near the Seghill mine,Across the way they stretch a lineTo catch the throat, to break the spineOf the dirty blackleg miner.They grabbed his duds, his picks as well,And they hoy them down the pit of hell,Down you go, we pay you well,You dirty blackleg miner.It's in the evening after darkThat 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 dayFor that may not be far away,You dirty blackleg miner.
