IN MEMORY
(Air: "The Memory of the Dead")
By James J. Ferriter
The long, long wished for hour has come
But come, I hope, not in vain,
When workingmen in One Union Grand
Will Liberty proclaim.
We've fought on many a battle field
Our Cause to maintain,
And here today we stand as one—
True Wobblies once again.
It was in the year of seventeen,
On August the first day,
The tyrant dogs of the master class
Our hero bold did slay;
We do not fear their lynching threats,
Their gunmen nor their jails,
And here today we stand as one—
Our Union never fails.
Oh, cruel was this martyrdom
Suffered by our patriot bold,
When dragged upon the rough paved streets,
All for the greed of gold;
Sure, Christ himself, when on this earth
Suffered on the Cross of Calvary
His life for freedom gave.
Here's to your Memory Frank Little,
Though dead and in your grave;
For the worker's Cause you fought so hard
And your precious life you gave.
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