Oh, it's in the evening after dark That the blackleg miner goes to work With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt There goes the blackleg miner Oh, he takes his pick and down he goes, To hew the coal that lies below There's not a woman in this town row Would look at the blackleg miner Oh, it's in the evening after dark That the blackleg miner goes to work With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt There goes the blackleg miner Oh, Delaval is a terrible place They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face Around the pit they run a footrace To catch the blackleg miner And don't go near the Seghill mine Across the top they've stretched a line To catch the throat, and break the spine Of the dirty blackleg miner It's in the evening after dark That the blackleg miner goes to work With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt There goes the blackleg miner They take his picks and duds as well And hurl them down the pit of Hell So off you go, and fare thee well You dirty blackleg miner So join the Union while you may Don't wait 'til your dying day For that may not be far away You dirty blackleg miner It's in the evening after dark That the blackleg miner goes to work With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt There goes the blackleg miner It's in the evening after dark The blackleg miner goes to work His moleskin pants and dirty shirt There goes the blackleg miner