Blackleg Miner

And it's in the evening after dark
The blackleg miner creeps to work
With his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner

Well he grab his duds and down he goes
To hew the coal that lies below
There's not a woman in this town row
Will look at the blackleg miner

Delavel is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
And around the heap they run a footrace
To catch the blackleg miner

And even down near the Seghill mine
Across the way they stretch a line
To catch the throat to break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner

Ohhhh we didn't know him well
But he took a place
For extra pay
And signed our souls to hell

Ohhh the temptation to break
But remember when
You're down below
You're diggin all our graves

They grabbed his duds, his picks as well
And hoy him down to the pit of hell
Down you go we pay you well
You dirty blackleg miner

So join the Union while you may
Don't wait until your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner