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O, Labor Day, O, First of May,
 * Welcome and honored on land and on sea.

Winter so drear must disappear,
 * Fair days are coming for you and for me.

We, of the old world, building the New, Ours is the will and the power to do;
 * Then let us sing, hail to the Spring—

Hail to the Day we can strike to be free!

Banner so red, high overhead,
 * Hated and feared by the powers that be!

In every land firmly we stand;
 * Men of all nations who labor are we.

Under one banner, standing as one, Claiming the earth and our place in the sun.
 * Then let us sing, hail to the Spring—

Hail to the Day we can strike to be free!

O, Labor Day, O, First of May,
 * Warm with the gleam of the bright days to be!

Join in the throng, fearless and strong,—
 * One mighty Union of world industry.

Shoulder to shoulder, each in his place, Ours is the hope of the whole human race.
 * Then let us sing, hail to the Spring—

Hail to the Day we can strike to be free! 