Wage Workers, Come Join the Union
|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 armor
Dying, helpless, one by one,
While their flag went marching on.
|: Wage workers, come join the union! :|
Wage workers, come join the union!
Industrial Workers of the World.
2. O, the army of the wretched,
|3. Our slavers' marts are empty,|
Human flesh no more is sold,
Where the dealer's fatal hammer
Wakes the clink of leaping gold,
But the slavers of the present
More relentless powers hold,
Though the world goes marching on.
4. But no longer shall the children
5. Then lift your eyes, ye toilers,