A REBEL SONG

Come workers, sing a rebel song, a song of love and
hate,
Of love unto the lowly, and of hatred to the great
The great who trod our fathers down, who steal our
children's bread,
Whose hand of greed is stretched to rob the living and
the dead

Chorus

Then sing our rebel song, as we proudly sweep along
To end the age-long tyranny that makes for human tears
Our march is nearer done with each setting of the sun,
And the tyrant's might is passing with the passing of
the years.

We sing no song of wailing, and no song of sights or
tears,
High are our hopes and stout our hearts, and banished
all our fears
Our flag is raised above us so that all the world may
see
=91Tis Labour's faith and Labours arm alone can labour
free.

chorus
Out from the depths of misery we march with hearts
aflame,
With wrath against the rulers false who wreck our
menhood's name
The serf who licks his tyrant's rod may bend forgiving
knee.
The slave who breaks his slaverys chain a wrathful man
must be.

Our army Marches onward with its face towards the dawn,
In trust secure in that one thing the slave may lean
upon,
The might within the arm of him who, knowing Freedom's
worth,
Strikes home to banish tyranny from off the face of
earth

cho.

From Songs of Freedom, Connolly (1907)
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