Sol Invictus - The Blackleg Miner | Текст песни

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• Sol Invictus
• The Blackleg Miner

It's in the evening after dark
When the blackleg miner creeps to work,
With his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt,
There goes the blackleg miner.

He takes his pick and down he goes,
To hew the coal that lies below,
And there's not a woman in this town row
That would look at the blackleg miner.

Delaval is a terrible place,
And they rub wet clay in the blackleg's face,
And around the heaps they run a race
To catch the blackleg miner.

Don't you go near the Seghill mine,
Across the way they stretch a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner.

Then they grab his duds and his pick as well,
And they throw him down the pits of hell.
O down you go and fare you well,
You dirty blackleg miner.

So join the union while you may,
And don't wait 'til your daying day,
For that's not so far away.
You dirty blackleg miner.

And it's in the evening after dark
When the blackleg miner creeps to work,
With his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt,
There goes the blackleg miner.