THE BLACKLEG MINERS
Oh, early in the evenin', just after dark,
The 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-aw*
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
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 !
*toon-raw = town-row
Note: A black-leg is a sca
From Folk Song in England, LLoyd
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