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  It seems to sing, the life you gave Will hasten that day of liberty. CHORUS TO LAST STANZA Farewell, Joe, you had to go. The masters had declared that you should die, Joe, But although you're gone into that great unknown Your memory long with us, shall live.

 WE HAVE FED YOU ALL FOR A THOUSAND YEARS

Poem—by an Unknown Proletarian.

Music—by Rudolf von Liebich, of the General Recruiting Union, Chicago, and Composer of Music for the Working Class. We have fed you all, for a thousand years And you hail us still unfed, Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth But marks the worker's dead. We have yielded our best to give you rest And you lie on crimson wool. Then if blood be the price of all your wealth, Good God! We have paid it in full.

There is never a mine blown skyward now But we're buried alive for you. There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now But we are its ghastly crew. Go reckon our dead by the forges red And the factories where we spin. If blood be the price of your cursed wealth Good God! we have paid it in.

We have fed you all for a thousand years— For that was our doom you know, From the days when you chained us in your fields 

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