Blackleg Miner Sözleri

Blackleg Miner

(Traditional, arranged by Seven Nations)

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 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 blackleg miner

Dellaville is a terrible place

Where they rub 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 path 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 fare 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