The Blackleg Miner

dor- ty shunt, there goes the black - keg min - er!

It's in the evening after dark,

When a blachleg miner crecps te work,

With his moleskin pants and dorty shirt,

There goes the blackleg miner!

He'll ake his picks and down he goes,

Te hew the coat that lies below,

But there’s not a woman in this town row,

Will look ut a blackleg miner,

Now, divvent gan near the Delavel mine,

Across the way they stretch a line,

Te catch the throat an’ break the spine,

Of the dorty blackleg miner.

An Seghill is a terrible place,

They rub wet clay ina blackleg's face,

An around the heap they run a foot race,

Te catch the blackleg miner.

They take ye duds an’ tuols as well,

At hoy them doon the pit of hell.

Down ye vo an fare ye well,

Ye dorty blackieg miner.

So join the union while ye may,

Bon't wait Gill yer dyin’ day,

‘Cause that may not he far away

Ye dorty blickleg moner,

Written in 1840s. a wanung to potential scabs who were being imported

Inte the nemhewst at Pog hatd from os tar avery as Comwall and Ireland.

The words are inthe Geordie (New castle areal accent; ‘Divvent gan’ means

don ge. bes nieans throw, dort. ns diny Blackleg refers 10 a scab. Both

blackleg and sy.ch organally referred ta cow diseases.

1 Al the east en! oof town, atthe foot