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  It suits today the meek and base, Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place; To cringe beneath the rich man's frown, And haul that sacred emblem down.

With heads uncovered, swear we all, To bear it onward till we fall; Come dungeous dark, or gallows grim, This song shall be our parting hymn

 THE INTERNATIONALE

By Eugene Pottier

(Translated by Charles H. Kerr.) Arise, ye prisoners of starvation!
 * Arise, ye wretched of the earth,

For justice thunders condemnation,
 * A better world's in birth.

No more tradition's chains shall bind us,
 * Arise, ye slaves; no more in thrall!

The earth shall rise on new foundations,
 * We have been naught, we shall be all.

REFRAIN
 * 'Tis the final conflict,
 * Let each stand in his place,
 * The Industrial Union
 * Shall be the human race.

We want no condescending saviors.
 * To rule us from a judgment hall;

We workers ask not for their favors;
 * Let us consult for all.

To make the thief disgorge his booty
 * To free the spirit from its cell,



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