November Nineteenth |
John E. Nordquist
They've shot Joe Hill, his life has fled, They've filled his manly heart with lead; But his brave spirit hovers near And bids each fellow worker cheer. Chorus: On high the blood red banners wavy! The flag for which his life he gave; The master class shall rue the day They took Joe Hillstrom's life away.
2. Now, fellow workers, shed no tear, | 3. No more Joe Hill shall pen the songs That pictured all the workers' wrongs; His mighty pen shall rust away, But all his songs are here to stay. Chorus:
4. Now Salt Lake City's Mormon throngs
5. March on, march on, you mighty host, |