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FOR LABOR'S RIGHT Up brothers up! The drums are beating, And see on high the banners wave, Close up your ranks let no retreating Be ours while earth contains a slave Till all alike our triumph won Behold the spendour of the sun, An d drink of wisdoms holiest spring, This is the prize our armies bring Chorus: A holy war for Labours right A holy war for Labours right, For labours cause for labours cause, Shall win, shall win----the fight O, Brothers, we whose hosts uncounted Must toil to earn a scanty wage Whose backs were bent that robbers mounted Might ride thereon from age to age No longer now in thraldom grown Your strong right hand must make your own And by that act to manhood spring! This is the prize our armies bring! chorus The tyrant hopes a conquering sword Shall stem the onward march of right But truth o'er all their barbarous horde Leads Freedoms host to Freedoms height! To break the sword of War and Pain That Peace and Joy o'er Earth may reign And conquering hosts of Labour sing-- This is the prize our armies bring! chorus From Songs of Freedom, Connolly @Irish @union @labor filename[ LABRIGHT CB apr00 |
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