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O SLAVES OF TOIL (James Connolly) When man shall stand erect at last, And drink at Wisdoms fountain, And to the earth in scorn shall cast The chains his limbs are bound in Then from his loins a race shall spring Fit peer of gods and heroes O, blest be they whose efforts bring That day and hour more near us Chorus: O, Slaves of toil,no craven fear, Nor dread of fell disasters Need daunt ye now, then up,and clear The earth of lords and masters Like brazen serpent raised on high In Israelite tradition Our cause in each believing eye, When slaverys abolition, We see the day when man shall rise, And, firm on science building, From Thefts thick mask of fraud and lies Stript all the specious gilding chorus O, blest are they whom wind and tide Are wafting fortunes graces And blest the man whose blushing bride Returns his rapt embraces, And blest is he who has a friend To shield his name when slandered But blest oer all they who contend And march in Freedoms vanguard chorus @Irish @Socialist @political filename[ OSLAVES CB apr97 |
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