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Rh His hands may be both rough and hard,
 * His clothes and speech be plain,

But you will find his manly heart
 * Without a spot or stain.

And there are some whose clothes are fine,
 * Whose hands are soft and white,

But the secret records of their lives
 * Could never bear the light.

May Heaven’s choicest blessings fall
 * Upon that hero’s head,

Who bravely toils throughout each day
 * To earn his loved ones bread.

You’ll find no monarch who can show
 * A record half so grand.

God bless great labor’s true-born knight—
 * The honest working man.

So now of Fortune’s favored ones,
 * Henceforth let less be said,

And more be spoken of the man
 * Who toils for daily bread.

God bless each hardy son of toil
 * That labors in the land.

Let us give three cheers with right good will
 * For the honest working man.