THE MESSAGE FROM O'ER THE SEA
(Tune: "Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You")
One day as I sat pining
A message of cheer came to me,
A light of revolt was shining
On a country far over the sea,
The forces of rules to sever
And the flag of the earth to unfold
To secure our freedom forever
And a world of beauty untold.
CHORUS
All hail to the Bolsheviki!
We will fight for our Class and be free,
A Kaiser, King or Czar, no matter which you are
You're nothing of interest to me;
If you don't like the red flag of Russia,
If you don't like the spirit so true,
Then just be like the cur in the story
And lick the hand that's robbing you.
We have lived in meek submission
Thru ages of toil and despair,
To comply with the plutes' ambition
With never a thought nor a care.
An echo from Russia is sounding
'Tis the chimes of a True Liberty,
Its a message for millions resounding
To throw off your chains and be free.
YOU cannot be free while your CLASS is enslaved. Join the I. W. W. and find YOUR place in the final battle for the emancipation of the world's workers.
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