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Bouck White

"Behold the Comrades Gath'ring" (karaoke)

"Behold the Comrades Gath'ring" (sheet music)

Behold the comrades gath'ring

'Neath God's o'er-watching eye;

A myriad host assembling now;

Their standards gleaming high.


Class war will not be finished

Till liberty we win.

Fling open wide the ballot booth

And let the workers in.


Slums then shall all be banished,

Those sad old sins of yore;

Diseases, hovel-bred, shall yield

When mammon is no more.


Then eyes with joy shall sparkle

That brimmed with tears of late.

Orphans no longer shelterless;

Nor widows desolate.


What rush of comrade greetings

Fills all the earth and sky.

The disinherited awake

And bring the triumph nigh.


O, Fellowship eternal

For which mankind was made!

Our age-long proletary woes

A hundredfold repaid.

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