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Thomas Phillips Thompson

"March! March! March!" (karaoke)

"March! March! March!" (sheet music)


In the crowded scenes of toil, in the workshop and the mine,

There are those who sigh the weary hours away;

Not a single ray of hope on their wretched life to shine,

Or the promise of a brighter, better day.

 

March! March! March! the ranks are forming,

Cheer up, friends, the time has come,

For the toilers of our land now begin to understand

Their just rights to comfort, liberty, and home.

 

Where the earth is fresh and fair, in the seats of power and pride,

Sit the favored few who live by labor's pains;

Not a wish is unfulfilled, not a luxury denied,

Though they scorn the toil by which they reap the gains.

 

March! March! March! the ranks are forming,

Cheer up, friends, the time has come,

For the toilers of our land now begin to understand

Their just rights to comfort, liberty, and home.

 

Shall the many evermore be the vassals of the few,

And the landlord and the usurer rob the poor?

If your power you only felt, if your rights you only knew,

Not another day's oppression you'd endure.

 

March! March! March! the ranks are forming,

Cheer up, friends, the time has come,

For the toilers of our land now begin to understand

Their just rights to comfort, liberty, and home.

 

So unite in all your strength and make ready for the fight,

Standing boldly by the cause with heart and hand,

To defy the tyrant foe who has robbed us of our right

And assert a freeman's title to the land.

 

March! March! March! the ranks are forming,

Cheer up, friends, the time has come,

For the toilers of our land now begin to understand

Their just rights to comfort, liberty, and home.


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