It's in the evening after dark when the

blackleg miner creeps to work

in his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt

there goes the blackleg miner



he grabs his duds and and down he goes to

hew the coal that lies below

there's not a woman in this whole town row

who'll look at the black leg miner



Dellaville is a terrible place, where they

rud wet clay in the blackleg's face

round the heaps they run a foot race

to catch the blackleg miner



and on his way to his filthy mine

across his oath they stretch a line

to cut the throat and break the spine

of the dirty blackleg miner



They grab his duds and his picks as well,

throw him down to the pit of hell--down you go and fair thee well,

you dirty blackleg miner

so join the union if you may, don't wait

'til your dying day because that might not be far away-------



it's in the evening, after dark, when the blackleg miner creeps tp work