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  Join in the fight—the Final Battle.
 * Welcome the fray with ringing cheers.

These are the times all freemen dreamed of—
 * Fought to attain a thousand years.

Be ye prepared; be not unworthy,—
 * Greater the task when triumph nears.

Master the earth, O Men of Labor,—
 * Long have ye learned—a thousand years.

Over the hills the sun is rising.
 * Out of the gloom the light appears.

See! at your feet the world is waiting,—
 * Bought with your blood a thousand years.

 

The I. W. W. hits the boss in the latitude of his hip where he carries his greenware.

