Now the
lessons of the past were all learned with workers blood
The
mistakes of the bosses we must pay for
From
the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud
War
has always been the bosses way, sir
The Union
forever defending our rights
Down
with the blackleg, all workers unite
With
our brothers and our sisters from many far-off lands
There
is power in a Union
Now I
long for the morning that they realise
Brutality
and unjust laws cannot defeat us
But
who'll defend the workers who cannot organise
When
the bosses send there lackeys out to cheat us?
Money
speaks for money, the Devil for his own
Who
comes to speak for the skin and the bone?
What
a comfort to the widow, a light to the child
There
is power in a Union
The Union
forever defending our rights
Down
with the blackleg, all workers unite
With
our brothers and our sisters from many far-off lands
There
is power in a Union
Marco Giunco |
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