THE BLACKLEG MINERS Oh, early in the evenin`, just after dark, The blackleg miners creep te wark, Wi` their moleskin trousers an` dorty short, There go the backleg miners ! They take their picks an` doon they go Te dig the coal that lies belaw, An` there`s not a woman in this toon-aw* Will look at a blackleg miner. Oh, Delaval is a terrible place. They rub wet clay in a blackleg`s face, An` roond the pit-heaps they run a foot Wi` the dorty blackleg miners. Now, don`t go near the Seghill mine. Across the way they stretch a line, Te catch the throat an` break the spine O` the dorty backleg miners. They`ll take your tools an` duds as well, An` hoy them doon the pit o` hell. It`s doon ye go, an` fare ye well, Ye dorty blackleg miners ! Se join the union while ye may. Don`t wait till your dyin` day, For that may not be far away, Ye dorty blackleg miners ! *toon-raw = town-row Note: A black-leg is a scab. From Folk Song in England, LLoyd filename[ BLAKLEG play.exe BLAKLEG RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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