Come all you good workers. Good news to you iâ€™ll tell. Of how the good old union. Has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on boys?. Which side are you on?. My daddy was a miner. Heâ€™s now in the air and sun. Heâ€™ll be with you fellow workers. Until the battleâ€™s won. Which side are you on boys?. Which side are you on?. They say in Harlan County. There are no neutrals there. Youâ€™ll either be a union man. Or a thug for J. H. Claire. Which side are you on boys?. Which side are you on?. Oh workers can you stand it?. Oh tell me how you can. Will you be a lousy scab. Or will you be a man?. Which side are you on boys?. Which side are you on?. Donâ€™t scab for the bosses. Donâ€™t listen to their lies. Poor folks ainâ€™t got a chance. Unless they organize. Which side are you on boys?.