It's early in the evenin', just after dark,
When the blackleg miners creep to work.
Wi' their moleskin trousers an' dirty shirt,
There go the backleg miners.

They take their picks an' down they go,
For to dig the coal that lies below,
An' there's not a woman in this town row
Will look at a blackleg miner.

Never go near the Seghill mine,
For across the way they stretch a line,
To catch the throat an' break the spine
O' the dirty backleg miners.

And Delaval is a terrible place,
They rub wet clay in a blackleg's face.
An' round the pit-heaps they run a foot race
For to catch the blackleg miners.

You can take your tools an' duds as well
An' hoy them down the pit o' hell.
It's down ye go, an' fare ye well
Ye dirty blackleg miners.

So join the union while you may,
Don't wait till your dyin' day,
For that may not be far away,
Ye dirty blackleg miners.