Traditional, from Northumberland (north-eastern England). There have been many miners' strikes over the years, and it's unclear which one this dates from - perhaps from the strikes of 1844, which collapsed after 20 weeks thanks to strike-breaking (blackleg) miners. It enjoyed a revival thanks to the miners' strikes of the 1980s under Margaret Thatcher's government. Various artists have recorded this; this version is from the oral tradition of Forest School Camps. It's in the evening, after dark The blackleg miner gangs ta wark In his moleskin pants and dirty shirt There goes the blackleg miner He takes his pick and down he goes To hew the coal that lies below There's not a woman in this town row Would look at a blackleg miner For Deleval is a terrible place They rub wet clay in a blackleg's face Around the pits they run a foot race To catch the blackleg miner And don't go near the Seghill mine Across the top they've stretched a line To catch the throat and break the spine Of the dirty blackleg miner Well they take his pick and duds as well And they hurl them down the pit of Hell So off you go and fare thee 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