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Tom Maguire

"March, March, Comrades All" (karaoke)

"March, March, Comrades All" (sheet music)


March, march, comrades all;

Onward ever boldly;

Heed not the faintling's fall

Nor eyes that on ye look coldly.

 

Onward, smiles or frowns despite;

Dead is the sky hangs o'er ye;

Onward from the land of Night;

All for the Day before ye.

 

March, march, comrades all;

Onward ever boldly;

Heed not the faintling's fall

Nor eyes that on ye look coldly.

 

Sweet days, happy days,

To the men of Labor;

Fair ways, honest ways,

'Tween oneself and neighbor;

 

These for all men yet shall be,

Ere old earth grows cooler,

Spite of Parliament say we,

Spite of rogue or ruler.

 

March, march, comrades all;

Onward ever boldly;

Heed not the faintling's fall

Nor eyes that on ye look coldly.

 

Strong, strong, ever on,

Strong in our hope increasing;

Day-dawn gleams upon

The cause of our strife unceasing.

 

Lo! we gather a valiant throng

Over the world of nations.

We shall triumph o'er wealth and wrong,

Ranks and creeds and stations.

 

March, march, comrades all;

Onward ever boldly;

Heed not the faintling's fall

Nor eyes that on ye look coldly.


 

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