Tune: “The Funeral Song of a Russian Revolutionist.”
Dying as soldiers fighting for Labor, so did you fall;
An off’ring of your love for those who share the strife.
Gladly you gave us talent and treasure; yielding your all,
The honor of the world, your freedom and your life.
Deeply you suffered nor shrunk from the grave—
Judges and hangmen, the fate of the fray;
Starved in dark dungeons, beaten and tortured—cheerful and brave—
Defying chains and jails you marched upon your way.
Mad with their blood-lust, rich from our labor, exploiters dwell
In luxury and splendor; scornful of our pow’r.
Sweeping to triumph, trusting no promise—Heaven or Hell;
This song of sorrow sounds to them their fatal hour.
Rise now we workers rebellious and bold;
Tyrants no longer shall rule from above;
We are the builders—no one shall suffer hunger and cold—
We bring a world of beauty, liberty and love.
Farewell true comrades, death now enfolds you—rest in the tomb;
As sleeping there in peace you know no more of pain.
Farewell true comrades, we will remember you and your doom,
And Labor soon will prove that none have died in vain.
Farewell true comrades, we rise to the fight;
O’er-sweeping all ’neath the banner ye bore.
Slav’ry and sorrow vanish before us. Toilers Unite!
To break your bonds and rule the world for evermore.