I made the corrections in capitals. The lyrics are from the "Talking to the Taxman about Poetry" album.
And the lessons of the past were all learned WITH workers' blood,
MISTAKES of the bosses we must PAY FOR
FROM THE CITIES and the farmlands, the trenches full of mud
War has always been the bosses' WAY SIR.
I long for the morning THAT THEY realize
BRUTALITY AND unjust laws cannot defeat us
But Who'll defend the workers who cannot organize
When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us.
Money speaks for money, THE DEVIL FOR HIS OWN
Who comes to speak for the SKIN AND THE BONE
What a comfort to the widow, a LIGHT to the child
There is power in a union.