BLACKLEG MINERS

It's in the evening efter dark
When the black leg miners gan to work
With their moleskin pants and their dirty shirt
There goes the black leg miners

They take their picks and doon they go
To hew the coal that lies below
There's nor a woman in this town row
wad look at a black leg miner

Oh divn't gan near the Delaval mine
'Cos across the way they've stretched a line
To catch the throat and brake the spine
Of the dorty black leg miners

And Seghill is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in a black legs face
And around the heap they run a foot race
To catch the black leg miners

They take your tools and duds as well
And hoy then doon the pit of hell
It's doon ye gan and fare ye well
Ye dorty black leg miners

So join the union while ye may
Divn't wait till your dying day
'Cos that may not be far away
Ye dorty black leg miners.