To the strike of a week ago
You have taken our lives, and our babies and wives
And we're told it's your legal share;
But if blood be the price of your lawful wealth
Good God! we have bought it fair.
THE DREAM OF A MILLIONAIRE
By John E. Nordquist.
(Tune: "The Dream of a Soldier Boy")
In every jail on "democracy's" trail,
The wobblies were doing their bit;
A parasite lay dreaming
Who said their doom was fit.
When the darkness had taken to flight,
Then he told of his dream in the night;
CHORUS
"We have crushed the Industrial Union,
We have killed all their active men;
We have smeared them with tar and we've beat them with clubs,
And scared away the working dubs.
There's no chance for their organization—
ONE BIG UNION has turned to air,
And back are the toilers to slav'ry again:"
'Twas the dream of a millionaire.
From every cell does the grand message swell;
"The toilers must organize!
Put down your tyrant masters,
Accept no compromise,
And the dream of your slavery's night
Shall come true in the real freedom's light:
Second CHORUS
When the Industrial Workers shall thriumph,
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