Oh, it's in the evening after dark When the blackleg miner creeps to work His moleskin pants and dirty shirt There goes the blackleg miner Well, he grabs 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 Oh, Delaval is a terrible place They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face And around the heaps they run a footrace To catch the blackleg miner
So divvent gan near the Seghill mine Across the way they stretch a line To catch the throat, break the spine On the dirty blackleg miner So he grabbed his duds, his picks as well And they hoy them down the pit of hell Down you go and paid you well You dirty blackleg miner So join the union while you may Don't wait till your dying day For that may not be far away You dirty blackleg miner