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  In the mines and in the forest worn and helpless man shall fellfeel [sic]
 * That his cause is marching on.

Then lift your eyes, ye toilers, in the desert hot and dear, Catch the cool winds from the mountains. Hark! the river's voice is near; Soon we'll rest beside the fountain and the dreamland will be here
 * As we go marching on.

 THE PARASITES

By John E. Nordquist

(Tune: "Annie Laurie") Parasites in this fair country, live from honest labor's sweat; There are some who never labor, yet labor's product get; They never starve or freeze, nor face the wintry breeze;
 * They are well fed, clothed and sheltered,

And they do whate'er they please.

These parasites are living, i nluxuryin luxury [sic] and state; While millions starve and shiver, and moan their wretched fate; They know not why they die, nor do they ever try
 * Their lot in life to better;

They only mourn and sigh.

These parasites would vanish and leave this grand old world. If the workers fought together, and the scarlet flag unfurled; When in One Union grand, the working class shall stand,
 * The parasites will vanish.

And the workers rule the land.  44