Blackleg Miners

It's in the evenin' after dark When the Blackleg Miners creep to work With their moleskin trousers And their dirty shirts Their called the Blackleg Miners They take their picks, and down they go To hew the coal that lies below And there isn't a woman in this town row Will look at a Blackleg Miner Oh, Delaval is a terrible place They rub wet clay in the Blacklegs' face And 'round the pit heaps they run a foot race, With the dirty Blackleg Miners Oh, [?] to the Seghill mine Where across the way they stretch a line To catch the throat and break the spine Of the dirty Blackleg Miners They'll take your tools and your duds as well And throw them down to the pit of hell It's "down ya go" and "fare ye well" You dirty Blackleg Miners So join the union while you may Don't wait 'til your dyin' day All that may not be far away You dirty Blackleg Miners