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Thomas Phillips Thompson

"When Labor Has Come to Its Own" (karaoke)

"When Labor Has Come to Its Own" (sheet music)


When labor has come to its own again,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll live in a real Republic then,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Then none shall rule by wealth or birth,

And each shall have his share of earth,

For we'll all be free

When labor has come to its own.

 

The millionaires will hunt their holes,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

And drop their cash to save their souls,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

For we'll clear out Wall Street's robber den,

And burn each bond and mortgage then,

For we'll all be free

When labor has come to its own.

 

We'll pile them up so that all may see,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

As high as the Statue of Liberty,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

And we'll make Jay Gould the torch apply,

To flare the light o'er sea and sky,

That shall tell the world

That labor has come to its own.

 

Then all must ply some useful trade,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

And none their rights will dare invade,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

And those who honest toil would shirk

Shall have no bread if they will not work,

We'll have no more drones

When labor has come to its own.

 

Grim poverty will be unknown,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

And plenty through the land be strown,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Then, farmers and laborers, all combine

And bring the stragglers into line,

Let us haste the day

When labor has come to its own.


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