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Samuel Friedman

"Up, Socialist Comrades" (karaoke)

"Up, Socialist Comrades" (sheet music)


Up, socialist comrades, mass your numbers;

The drums beat time; the banners fly.

Labor’s hosts rise from their slumbers,

And freedom’s cause can never die!

We fight to bring to all who toil

The beauty of the sun and soil,

The might of knowledge and of splendor

When service to our class we render.

 

This is the only war

Workers should fight;

This is the only war

Workers will fight!

Ours is the mass; ours be the might.

Ours is the mass; ours be the might!

 

Uncounted hosts throughout the nation

From shop and store and mill and field

Facing sorrow and starvation,

Seize the power that you wield.

Have done with sighing and with tears.

Close ranks. The hour of freedom nears.

All exploitation we shall banish.

War, waste and want at last will vanish.

 

This is the only war

Workers should fight;

This is the only war

Workers will fight!

Ours is the mass; ours be the might.

Ours is the mass; ours be the might!


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