Lyr Req: Willaim Morris's March of the Workers

Subject: William Morris's March of the Workers
From: Bert
Date: 24 Apr 02 - 03:25 AM

Which starts

What is this the sound and rumour
what is this that all men hear
Like the wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near,
like the rolling of the thunder on the eventide of fear
'tis the people marching on.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Willaim Morris's March of the Workers
From: Bert
Date: 24 Apr 02 - 03:28 AM

'course that was 'posed to be William Morris

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Willaim Morris's March of the Workers
From: nutty
Date: 24 Apr 02 - 03:42 AM

It's here Bert .......

THE MARCH OF THE WORKERS

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Willaim Morris's March of the Workers
From: Bert
Date: 24 Apr 02 - 03:49 AM

Thanks Nutty Ol' mate.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Willaim Morris's March of the Workers
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 24 Apr 02 - 08:57 AM

William Morris Internet Archive"

Subject: Lyr Add: THE MARCH OF THE WORKERS (William Morris)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 26 Apr 02 - 10:56 AM

This has been mentioned in a couple of other threads but no one has posted it until now.
Copied from http://www.anglocatholicsocialism.org/march.html

THE MARCH OF THE WORKERS
(Words, William Morris. Tune, traditional, "John Brown's Body")

What is this the sound and rumor? What is this that all men hear,
Like the wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near,
Like the rolling of the ocean in the eventide of fear?
'Tis the people marching on.

Whither go they, and whence come they? What are these of whom ye tell?
In what country are they dwelling 'twixt the gates of heaven and hell?
Are they thine or mine for money? Will they serve a master well?
Still the rumor's marching on.

CHO: Hark the rolling of the thunder!
Lo the sun! and lo thereunder,
Riseth wrath, and hope, and wonder,
And the host comes marching on.

Forth they come from grief and torment; on they wend toward health and mirth,
All the wide world is their dwelling, every corner of the earth.
Buy them, sell them for thy service! Try the bargain what 'tis worth,
For the days are marching on.

These are they who build thy houses, weave thy raiment, win thy wheat,
Smooth the rugged, fill the barren, turn the bitter into sweet,
All for thee this day -- and ever. What reward for them is meet?
Till the host comes marching on. CHO.

Many a hundred years passed over have they labored deaf and blind;
Never tidings reached their sorrow, never hope their toil might find.
Now at last they've heard and hear it, and the cry comes down the wind,
And their feet are marching on.

O ye rich men hear and tremble! for with words the sound is rife:
"Once for you and death we labored; changed henceforward is the strife.
"We are men and we shall battle for the world of men and life:
And our host is marching on." CHO.

"Is it war then? Will ye perish as the dry wood in the fire?
"Is it peace? Then be ye of us, let your hope be our desire.
"Come and live! for life awaketh, and the world shall never tire;
And hope is marching on."

"On we march then, we the workers, and the rumor that ye hear
"Is the splendid sound of battle and deliv'rance drawing near;
"For the hope of every creature is the banner that we bear,
And the world is marching on. CHO.