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Thomas O'Reilly

"The Song of the Proletaire" (karaoke)

"The Song of the Proletaire" (sheet music)


Base oppressors! cease your slumbers,

Listen to a people's cry;

Hark! united, countless numbers,

Swell the peal of agony.

Lo, from labor's sons and daughters,

In the depths of misery,

Like the sound of many waters

Comes the cry: "We will be free!"

Comes the cry: "We will be free!"

Comes the cry: "We will be free!"

 

Tyrants quail! dawn is breaking,

Dawn of freedom's glor'ous day;

Mammon on his throne is quaking,

Iron bands are giving way.

Statecraft, kingcraft, black oppression

Cannot bear our scrutiny,

For we've learned the startling lesson:

If we will, we can be free!

If we will, we can be free!

If we will, we can be free!

 

By our own, our children's charta,

By the fire within our veins,

By each truth-attesting martyr,

By our tears, our groans and pains,

By our rights by nature given,

By the voice of liberty,

We proclaim before high Heaven

That we will, we must be free!

That we will, we must be free!

That we will, we must be free!

 

Winds and waves, the tidings carry;

Electra, in your fiery car,

Winged with lightning, do not tarry,

Bear the news to lands afar.

Bid them sound the thrilling story,

Louder than the thunder's glee,

That a people ripe for glory

Are determined to be free!

Are determined to be free!

Are determined to be free!


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