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We'll sing in praises of future days,
 * The happy times to be,

When every man shall guard the plan
 * That every man be free.

We have no ties beyond the skies,
 * Our loves and hopes are here;

No holy fool can make us drool,
 * The dismal hymns of fear.

With ready hand we take our stand
 * To hope and work and fight;

And while we live, our strength we'll give,
 * For liberty and right.

We make all wealth, conserve all health,
 * By cunning craft and trade;

We bring all joys, for we're the boys
 * Of hammer, brush, and spade.

Then live the part that warms the heart,
 * And wakens manhood's pride;

All Nature's laws confirm the cause
 * For which our comrades died.

Some day we'll own the fields we've sown,
 * When hunger's rule is past;

No child shall slave to feed a knave,
 * When man is free at last.

 

He built the road, With others of his class he built the road, Now o'er it, many a weary mile, he packs his load, Chasing a job, spurred on by hunger's goad, He walks and walks and walks and walks, And wonders why in Hell he built the road. 