| Come all ya hardy miners and help us sing this song
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| Sung by some union men four hundred thousand strong
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| With John White our general, we’ll fight without a gun
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| He’ll lead us on to victory and sixty cents a ton
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| Come all ye hardy miners and help us sing this song
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| On the twenty-first day of April, we struck for sixty cents a ton
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| The operators laughed at us and said we’d never come
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| All out in one body and a man, that’s sixty cents a ton
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| Come out ya scabs an' blacklegs and join the men like one
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| Tell them that that you’re in the fight, for the sixty cents a ton
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| They’re now in ol' Virginny, they’re scabbin' right along
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| But when we win they’re sure to try for the sixty cents a ton
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| Come all ye hardy miners let’s try to do our best
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| We’ll first get ol' Virginny, Kentucky an' then we’ll get a rest
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| There’s gonna be a meeting right here in this land
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| When we reach across the river and take them by the hand
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| Come all ye hardy miners and help us sing this song
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| Sung by some honest union men four hundred thousand strong
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| With John White our general, we’ll fight without a gun
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| He’ll lead us on to victory and sixty cents a ton |