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 ORGANIZE!

(Tune: "The Green Fields of Dunmoor")

By James J. Ferriter Come all you exploited workingmen
 * And fight for Freedom's cause,

For you are bound, both hand and foot,
 * By capitalistic laws;

Your voices you can raise no more,
 * Your lips you now must seal,

For if you rise to speak a word
 * A gun-man's at your heel.

Come on, unite, my hearty boys,
 * And fight the common foe;

The rustling card with all its faults
 * This time must surely go.

The "seven days" and "safety first,"
 * Alas, they are no more,

So now's your time to fall in line
 * At Freedom's onward roll.

Our master is a "patriot" true,
 * Red wealth he has galore,

And all good things that Labor brings,
 * He's locked up in his store;

But if, like men, you'll organize,
 * His reign will be no more,

And he will go where he belongs
 * A shoveling copper ore.

Remember, then, the six hour day
 * Must be our first demand;

For miners from our ranks each day
 * From death receive a call;



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