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Bouck White

"The Sons of Toil Are Waking" (karaoke)

"The Sons of Toil Are Waking" (sheet music)


The sons of toil are waking;

The Commonwealth draws near.

The era old is breaking;

The magnates quake in fear.

 

Beyond the rolling ocean,

Old lands oppressed sore

Are now in vast commotion.

'Tis Socialism's war.

 

See captive toilers bending

Their ear to catch the strain.

And a thousand arms ascending

Assert stern Labor's claim.

 

To ballot box we're pressing

In solid, firm array.

We bring a civic blessing

And change earth's night to day.

 

Blest stream of liberation,

From Galilee, thy source,

Flow thou to every nation;

Display thy cleansing force.

 

Stay not 'til in the lowly

The seed that has been sown

Brings forth a harvest holy,

And toil shall have its own.


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