WAGE WORKERS, COME JOIN THE UNION
(Tune: "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
We have seen the reaper toiling in the heat of summer sun,
We have seen his children needy when the harvesting was done,
We have seen a mighty army dying, helpless, one by one,
While their flag went marching on.
CHORUS
Wage workers, come join the union!
Wage workers, come join the union!
Wage workers, come join the union!
Industrial Workers of the World.
O, the army of the wretched, how they swarm the city street—
We have seen them in the midnight, where the Goths and Vandals meet;
We have shuddered in the darkness at the noises of their feet,
But their cause went marching on.
Our slaver's marts are empty, human flesh no more is sold,
Where the dealer's fatal hammer makes the clink of leaping gold,
But the slavers of the present more relentless powers hold,
Though the world goes marching on
But no longer shall the children bend above the whizzing wheel,
We will free the weary women from their bondage under steel;
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