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Blackleg Miner

Steeleye Span

Back in Line [Bonus Tracks]

1986

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

Well, it's in the evening after dark,
When the blackleg miner creeps to work;
With his corduroys and a dirty shirt,
There goes the blackleg miner.
He

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

Well

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

It's in the evenin after dark
When the blackleg miner creeps to work
With his moleskin pants an dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner

He takes

There Is Power In A Union

Billy Bragg

Talking with the Taxman About Poetry

1986

and the farmlands
To trenches full of mud
War's always been the bosses' way, sir

The Union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers

There Is Power In A Union

Billy Bragg

The Internationale/Live and Dubious

1990

and the farmlands
To trenches full of mud
War's always been the bosses' way, sir

The Union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers

There Is Power In A Union

Billy Bragg

Help Save the Youth of America EP: Live and Dubious

1988

and the farmlands
To trenches full of mud
War's always been the bosses' way, sir

The Union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers

an' blacklegs and
Join the men like one
Tell them that that you're in the fight
For the sixty cents a ton
They're now in ol' Virginny
They're scabbin'

little pay
To support our wives and children
In free Americay

If Satan took the blacklegs
I'm sure t'would bid no sin
What peace and happiness t'would be

Like a crow on a motorway, picking at scabs
Sees red when a blackleg, drives past in a cab
Like men in blue suits, with their sticks in their hands

He is a blackleg. He’s a gambler. He’s a joker. 
He deals a damned good hand but he's the wrong end of the poker.
He will suck you bone dry. Leave you

to no man we'd bow down
So they locked us out and tried to break
The spirit of our cause
They thought they'd bring us to our knees
With their blacklegs