John E. Nordquist

“ These parasites would vanish and leave this grand old world,
If the workers fought together, and the scarlet flag unfurled:
When In One Union grand, the working class shall stand,
The parasites will vanish
And the workers rule the land. ”

“ A worker, a bum, he'll never go right,
As long as he's a wage slave still.
CHORUS:
Oh, where is my boy to-night?
His money is out of sight,
Wherever he blows, up against it he goes,
"23" for your boy to-night. ”

“ We have smeared them with tar and we've beat them with clubs,
And scared away the working dubs.
There's no chance for their organization—
ONE BIG UNION has turned to air,
And back are the toilers to slav'ry again:"
'Twas the dream of a millionaire.
From every cell does the grand message swell;
"The toilers must organize!
Put down your tyrant masters,
Accept no compromise,
And the dream of your slavery's night
Shall come true in the real freedom's light:
Second CHORUS
When the Industrial Workers shall thriumph,
All the masters must go to work ”