So, dinna gang near the Seghill mine. Across the way they stretch a line, To catch the throat and break the spine Of the dirty backleg miner. They grab his duds and his pick as well, And they hoy them down the pit of hell. So join the union while you may. The Back In Line version swaps the last two verses.
Duds are ragged clothes.
Thanks to Garry Gillard for getting the verses straight.