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