You can tell 'em in the country, tell 'em in the town
The miners down in Mingo laid their shovels down
We won't pull another pillow, load another ton
Or lift another finger 'til the union we have won

Stand up boys, let the bosses know!
Turn your buckets over, turn your lanterns low
There's fire in our hearts and fire in our soul
But there ain't gonna be no fire in the hole

Well, Daddy died a miner, grandpa he did too
I'll bet this coal will kill me 'for my working days are through
In a hole that's dark and dirty, an early grave confined
I plan to make a union for the ones I leave behind

Stand up boys, let the bosses know!
Turn your buckets over, turn your lanterns low
There's fire in our hearts and fire in our soul
But there ain't gonna be no fire in the hole
There ain't gonna be no fire in the hole