They say in Harlem county There are no neutrals there You'll either be a union man Or a thug for J. H. Blair I'm a miners daughter And a miner bows to none We'll will be with you fellow workers Till ever battle's won Which side are you on boys Which side are you on Which side are you on boys Which side are you on Which side are you on boys Which side are you on Which side are you on boys Which side are you on Come of all you good workers Good news to you I'll tell Of how that good old union Has come in here to dwell Oh workers can you stand it Oh tell me how you can Will you be a lousy scab Or will you be a man