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Joe Hill

"The Old Toiler's Message" (karaoke)

"The Old Toiler's Message" (sheet music)

"Darling, I am growing old,"

So the toiler told his wife.

"Father Time, the days has tolled

Of my usefulness in life (in life).

Just tonight, my master told me

He can't use me anymore (no more).

Oh, my darling, do not scold me

When the wolf comes to the door."

"To the scrap heap, we are going

When we're overworked and old (so old),

When our weary heads are showing

Silver threads among the gold (among the gold)."

"Darling, I am growing old,"

He once more his wife did tell.

"All my labor pow'r I've sold.

I have nothing more to sell (to sell).

Though I'm dying from starvation,

I shall shout with all my might (my might)

To the coming generation.

I shall shout with all my might."

"To the scrap heap, we are going

When we're overworked and old (so old),

When our weary heads are showing

Silver threads among the gold (among the gold)."

 

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