Blackleg Miner Lyrics - Singles - Seven Nations

Blackleg Miner 

(Traditional, arranged by Seven Nations) 

It's in the evening after dark 

When the blackleg miner creeps to work 

In his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt 

There goes the blackleg miner 

He grabs his duds and down he goes 

To hew the coal that lies below 

There's not a woman in this whole town row 

Who'll look at the blackleg miner 

Dellaville is a terrible place 

Where they rub wet clay in the blackleg's face 

Round the heaps they run a foot race 

To catch the blackleg miner 

And on his way to his filthy mine 

Across his path they stretch a line 

To cut the throat and break the spine 

Of the dirty blackleg miner 

They grab his duds and his picks as well 

Throw him down to the pit of hell 

Down you go and fare thee well 

You dirty blackleg miner 

So join the union if you may 

Don't wait 'til your dying day because 

That might not be far away