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Phillips Russell

(No Tune)

We’ll remember you, Frank Little!
They couldn’t still your voice,
So they strangled it;
They couldn’t chill your heart,
So they stopped it.
They couldn’t dam your life blood,
So they spilled it.

We’ll remember you, Frank Little!
They didn’t come in the broad of day
And warn you that in a world
Being made safe for democracy
There was no safety for you.
In the dead of night, they came
And pounced on you.

Dragged you out as if you were an animal
Without daring to let you put your clothes on
Or bind up your broken leg.
They spared you no indignity;
They withheld from you no shame.
Afterward, no doubt, they washed their hands
With the air of men who’ve done their bit
In the cause of freedom.
We’ll remember you, Frank Little!

The papers said: “So far as known,
He made no outcry.”
No, not you, half Indian, half white man,
All I.W.W.
You’d have died a thousand deaths
Before you’d have cried aloud
Or whimpered once to let them
Enjoy your pain.
We’ll remember you, Frank Little!

Long after the workers have made the world
Safe for Labor,
We’ll repeat your name
And remember that you died for us.
The red flag that you dropped,
A million hands will carry on;
The cause that you loved,
A million tongues will voice.
Good-bye, Frank Little!
Indian, white man, Wobbly true,
Valiant soldier of the great Red Army,
We’ll remember you!

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