Blackleg Miner - Steeleye Span

Sunday evening after dark

When the blackleg miner creeps to work

In his mole skin pants and dirty shirt

There goes the blackleg miner

He takes his pick and down he goes

To hew the coal that lies below

There ain’t a woman in this damn row

Would look at the blackleg miner

Sneggy is a terrible place

They rub wet clay in the blackleg’s face

Around the heath they’ll run a race

Just to catch the blackleg miner

Don’t you go near the second mine

Across the way they’ll stretch a line

To catch the throat and break the spine

Of the dirty blackleg miner

They’ll take his boots and duds as well

And they’ll throw them down the pit of hell

So down you go and fare ye well

You dirty blackleg miner

So join with me while you may

And don’t wait 'til your dying day

For it may not be far away

You dirty blackleg miner