Songs of the Industrial Workers of the World (4th Australian edition)/Workingmen, Unite
WORKINGMEN, UNITE.
By E. S. Nelson.
(Tune: "Red Wing").
Conditions they are bad,
And some of you are sad;
You cannot see your enemy,
The class that lives in luxury,—
You workingmen are poor,—
Will be for evermore,—
As long as you permit the few,
To guide your destiny.
It is outrageous—has been for ages;
This earth by right belongs to toilers,
And not to spoilers of liberty.
The master class is small,
But they have lots of "gall."
When we unite to gain our right,
If they resist we'll use our might;
There is no midddle ground,
This fight must be one round,
To victory, for liberty,
Our class is marching on!
Workingmen, unite!
We must put up a fight,
To make us free from slavery,
And capitalistic tyranny;
This fight is not in vain,
We've got a world to gain,
Will you be a fool, a capitalist tool?
And serve your enemy?