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