The Blackleg Miners — текст песни (Lloyd)

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