Hey for the buff and the blue, hey for the cap and the feather
Hey for the bonny lad true that lives in Hexhamshire
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
His father loves him well, his mother loves him better
I love the lad mysel' but alas we are not together
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
O this love this love, of this love I'm weary
Sleep I can get none for thinking on my dearie
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
It's early in the evening after dark
When the black leg miner creeps to work
With dirty trousers and moleskin shirt
Goes the dirty blackleg miner
They'll take their picks and down they'll go
For to hew the coal that lies below
But there's never a woman in the Langton Row
That'll look at a blackleg miner
Never go near the Seghill mine
For across the way they stretch a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner
And Delaval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
And all around the heath they run a foot race
For to catch the blackleg miner
You can take your picks and your duds as well
And 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 'til your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner
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Hey for the buff and the blue, hey for the cap and the feather
Hey for the bonny lad true that lives in Hexhamshire
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
His father loves him well, his mother loves him better
I love the lad mysel' but alas we are not together
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
O this love this love, of this love I'm weary
Sleep I can get none for thinking on my dearie
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
It's early in the evening after dark
When the black leg miner creeps to work
With dirty trousers and moleskin shirt
Goes the dirty blackleg miner
They'll take their picks and down they'll go
For to hew the coal that lies below
But there's never a woman in the Langton Row
That'll look at a blackleg miner
Never go near the Seghill mine
For across the way they stretch a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner
And Delaval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
And all around the heath they run a foot race
For to catch the blackleg miner
You can take your picks and your duds as well
And 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 'til your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner
Hey for the bonny lad true that lives in Hexhamshire
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
His father loves him well, his mother loves him better
I love the lad mysel' but alas we are not together
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
O this love this love, of this love I'm weary
Sleep I can get none for thinking on my dearie
Through by the Saiby Syke, and over the moss and the mire
I'll go to see my lad who lives in Hexhamshire
It's early in the evening after dark
When the black leg miner creeps to work
With dirty trousers and moleskin shirt
Goes the dirty blackleg miner
They'll take their picks and down they'll go
For to hew the coal that lies below
But there's never a woman in the Langton Row
That'll look at a blackleg miner
Never go near the Seghill mine
For across the way they stretch a line
To catch the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner
And Delaval is a terrible place
They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
And all around the heath they run a foot race
For to catch the blackleg miner
You can take your picks and your duds as well
And 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 'til your dying day
For that may not be far away
You dirty blackleg miner
Writer: Belinda Wright
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