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Ella May Wiggins

"The Mill Mother's Song" (karaoke)

"The Mill Mother's Song" (sheet music)


We leave our homes in the morning

We kiss our children goodbye

While we slave for the bosses

Our children scream and cry

And when we draw our money

Our grocery bills to pay

Not a cent to spend for clothing

Not a cent to lay away

And on that very evening

Our little son will say

"I need some shoes, dear mother,

And so does sister, May.

 

How it grieves the heart of a mother

You everyone must know

But we can't buy for our children

Our wages are too low

It is for our little children

That seem to us so dear

But for us nor them, dear workers,

The bosses do not care

But understand, all workers,

Our union they do fear

Let's stand together, workers,

And have a union here.

 

Now listen to me, workers,

Both women and men

We are sure to win our union

If all would enter in

I hope this will be a warning

I hope you'll understand

And help us win our vict'ry

And lend to us a hand.


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