Tear the mask of lies asunder;
Let the truth be known;
With a voice like angry thunder;
Rise and claim your own!
Down with Greed and Exploitation;
Tyranny must fall!
Hail to Toils' Emancipation;
Labor shall be all.
THE TRAMP
By Joe Hill
Tune: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching"
If you all will shut your trap,
I will tell you 'bout a chap,
That was broke and up against it, too, for fair;
He was not the kind to shirk,
He was looking hard for work,
But he heard the same old story everywhere.
CHORUS
Tramp, tramp, tramp, keep on a-tramping,
Nothing doing here for you;
If I catch you 'round again,
You will wear the ball and chain,
Keep on tramping, that's the best thing you can do.
He walked up and down the street,
'Till the shoes fell off his feet.
In a house he spied a lady cooking stew,
And he said, "How do you do,
May I chop some wood for you?"
What the lady told him made him feel so blue.
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