Oh, it’s in the evening after dark
When the blackleg miner creeps to work
His moleskin pants and dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner
Well, he grabs his duds and down he goes
To hew the coal that lies below
There’s not a girl in this town row
Will look at the blackleg miner
Oh, Delaval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in the blackleg’s face
And around the heaps they run a race
To catch the blackleg miner
So divvent gan near the Seghill mine
Across the way they stretch a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner
So he grabbed his duds, his picks as well
And they hoy them down the pit of hell
Down you go and fare you well
You dirty blackleg miner
So join the union while you may
Don’t wait till your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner
Oh, it’s in the evening after dark
When the blackleg miner creeps to work
His moleskin pants and dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner
So join the union while you may
Don’t wait till your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner
You dirty blackleg miner
You dirty blackleg miner
My Pa started mining coal in the '20s as a youngster in Cessnock in the Hunter Valley. He had maybe 6 years education. He was, as a 17 year old., the 10,000 strong protest march, led by the Kurri Kurri pipe band, after the police killed miner Norman Brown in '29 at the Rothbury pit. Imagine the sight of those fine men, 10,000 of them. We will likely never see such tough workers again. Remember them. Solidarity. Workers of the world are brothers and sisters. By Schiller in german: Alle menschen werden bruder.
I remember hearing this song when i was a kid as part of an educational history thing on bbc alway stayed with me and now i find this version. fantastic stuff
Marvelous version on "The blackleg miner" first heard Gay and Terry Woods do it with "The Woods Band" way back when, strong and all as their version was Thompsons version is far better. It's great to hear him do it live, having said that nearly everything is great to hear Thompson do live.
actually, i agree with you. folk music is always limited in school curricula and usually to stuff that nobody could possibly really like. and it puts people off folk music for life.
In "The Scab", Jack London famously wrote that "After God had finished the rattlesnake, the toad, and the vampire, he had some awful substance left with which he made a scab. A scab is a two-legged animal with a corkscrew soul, a water brain, a combination backbone of jelly and glue. Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles. When a scab comes down the street, men turn their backs and angels weep in heaven, and the devil shuts the gates of hell to keep him out..."
I am a Miner till I die, My first strike was in 1972, Second in 1974, and the last one in 1984/85.......We didn't want to know the Politics of Scargill and Maggie. We just wanted to save our jobs.......The Liberals and Torys are taking the Country back to the 1800 hundreds where the workers were afraid to say Boo to the Bosses. Keep the people down and they won't answer back.......
I worked in mines in Northumberland between 1968 and 1972. The Seghill mine headgear was still in place at that time, although the mine had closed. I sometimes perform this song myself.
Actually the first time I heard this song was on a programme on the BBC early on a Saturday morning. The programme was for kids and used the song to try to explain the strikes and bitterness that came from them. The song stuck in my head till I heard RT dong this.
This ex miner thanks this great artist for his valuable work. One day it will touch someone who can make a real diference to the lives of ordinary people.
Steeleye Span did a great version of this song way way back on their “Hark the Village Wait” album. The album they recorded with Gay and Terry Woods. Terry had earlier played with “Sweeney’s Men” and later went on to join “The Pogues”.