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 aint a woman in this damn row Would look at the blackleg miner Sneggy is a terrible place They rub wet clay in the blacklegs face Around the heath theyll run a race Just to catch the blackleg miner Dont you go near the second mine Across the way theyll stretch a line To catch the throat and break the spine Of the dirty blackleg miner Theyll take his boots and duds as well And theyll 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 dont wait til your dying day For it may not be far away You dirty blackleg miner
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