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. Chorus: |: 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. Chorus:
4. But no longer shall the children
5. Then lift your eyes, ye toilers, |