Industrial Workers of the World

“ Our slaver's marts are empty, human flesh no more is sold,
Where the dealer's fatal hammer makes the clink of leaping gold,
But the slavers of the present more relentless powers hold,
Though the world goes marching on
But no longer shall the children bend above the whizzing wheel,
We will free the weary women from their bondage under steel ”

“ Tap the bell for eight hours work; treat the boys like men,
And fifty thousand lumberjacks may come to work again.
Men who work should be well paid. "A man's a man for a' that."
Many a man has a home to keep same as yourself, Old Fat. ”

“ Its a message for millions resounding
To throw off your chains and be free.
YOU cannot be free while your CLASS is enslaved. Join the I. W. W. and find YOUR place in the final battle for the emancipation of the world's workers. ”

“ And the red flag we will unfurl.
Masters boast in vain Bolshevism is on the wane
But the shirkers will be workers under Labors reign,
Toilers don't despair; we have but to do our share,
Agitating, educating, we must do and dare. ”

“ If they catch a wobbly in their burg, they vag him there and then.
There is one thing I can tell you, and it makes the bosses sore,
As fast as they can pinch us, we can always get some more.
We can always get some more, we can always get some more.
As fast as they can pinch us, we can always get some more.
Oh, Hurst and Durst are mad as hell, they don't know what to do.
And the rest of those hop barons are all feeling mighty blue.
Oh, we've tied up all their hop fields, and the scabs refuse to come,
And we're going to keep on striking till we put them on the bum. ”

“ Music—by Rudolf von Liebich, of the General Recruiting Union, Chicago, and Composer of Music for the Working Class.
We have fed you all, for a thousand years
And you hail us still unfed,
Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth
But marks the worker's dead. ”