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James Connolly

"Freedom's Pioneers" (karaoke)

"Freedom's Pioneers" (sheet music)


Our feet upon the upward path

Are set, where none may tread

Save those who to the rich man's wrath

Dare turn rebellious head,

And hearts as brave no cringing slave

In all our rank appears;

Our proudest boast, in Labor's host,

We're Freedom's Pioneers.

 

O, slaves may beg, and cowards whine;

We scorn their foolish fears.

We dare and plan to lead the van,

With Freedom's Pioneers.

 

Too long upon our toil were built

The palaces of pow'r,

When at our word those forts of guilt

Would crumble in an hour;

Now each day brings on swiftest wings

To their unwilling ears,

The shouts that greet our marching feet,

"'Tis Freedom's Pioneers."

 

O, slaves may beg, and cowards whine;

We scorn their foolish fears.

We dare and plan to lead the van,

With Freedom's Pioneers.

 

The rich man's hate, the rich man's pride

Hath held us long in awe,

Our Right to Life is still denied,

And wealth still rules the law.

But man shall bow no longer now,

But welcomes with his cheers

The ringing stroke to break his yoke

Of Freedom's Pioneers.

 

O, slaves may beg, and cowards whine;

We scorn their foolish fears.

We dare and plan to lead the van,

With Freedom's Pioneers.


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