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E are happy all the time Even when we fight: Sweet briars of the stairways, Gay fairies of the grime; We, who are playing to-night.

"Our feet are in the gutters, Our eyes are sore with dust, But still our eyes are bright. The wide street roars and mutters&mdash; We know it works because it must&mdash; We, who are playing to-night!

"Dirt is everlasting.&mdash;We never, never fear it. Toil is never ceasing.&mdash;We will play until we near it. Tears are never ending.&mdash;When once real tears have come;

"When we see our people as they are&mdash; Our fathers&mdash;broken, dumb&mdash;