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  Where justice is God only knows Far away in Dixie land They built the vilest place I've known To keep the slaves from doing harm Nothing was forgotten Where every thing is rotten When they built the county farm.

And then they took a devil from the pit And they gave him a thirty-eight They toughttaught [sic] him to be a convict quard And all workingmen to hate It's a crime to organize down there But we'll show them as we've shown the Master Class alsewhereelsewhere [sic] We'll make it twice as nice as paradise When we conquer Dixie land.

Oh the workers slave in this land so bright Where flowers evernever [sic] bloom And democrats use laws and might To turn the light to gloom Oh working class of Dixie, Wake up and take your due Then the flowers will bloom for us again When finally we are through. (Houston, Tex.)

(January, 1917.)

An ounce of ORGANIZATION is worth a ton of talk; join the One Big Union and help to free yourself and your class from wage slavery.

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