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  To the strike of a week ago You have taken our lives, and our babies and wives And we're told it's your legal share; But if blood be the price of your lawful wealth Good God! we have bought it fair.

 THE DREAM OF A MILLIONAIRE

By John E. Nordquist.

(Tune: "The Dream of a Soldier Boy") In every jail on "democracy's" trail,
 * The wobblies were doing their bit;

A parasite lay dreaming
 * Who said their doom was fit.

When the darkness had taken to flight,
 * Then he told of his dream in the night;

CHORUS "We have crushed the Industrial Union,
 * We have killed all their active men;

We have smeared them with tar and we've beat them with clubs,
 * And scared away the working dubs.

There's no chance for their organization—
 * ONE BIG UNION has turned to air,

And back are the toilers to slav'ry again:"
 * 'Twas the dream of a millionaire.

From every cell does the grand message swell;
 * "The toilers must organize!

Put down your tyrant masters,
 * Accept no compromise,

And the dream of your slavery's night
 * Shall come true in the real freedom's light:

Second CHORUS When the Industrial Workers shall thriumphtriumph [sic], 

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