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Joe Hill

"Workers of the World, Awaken" (karaoke)

"Workers of the World, Awaken" (sheet music)

Workers of the world, awaken! Break your chains; demand your rights!
All the wealth you make is taken by exploiting parasites.
Shall you kneel in deep submission from your cradles to your graves?
Is the height of your ambition to be good and willing slaves?

Arise, ye pris'ners of starvation! Fight for your own emancipation!
Arise ye slaves of every nation in One Union Grand!
Our little ones for bread are crying, and millions are from hunger dying.
The end the means is justifying: 'Tis the final stand!

If the workers take a notion, they can stop all speeding trains;
Every ship upon the ocean, they can tie with mighty chains;
Every wheel in the creation, every mine and every mill, fleets and armies of the nation
Will at their command stand still.

Arise, ye pris'ners of starvation! Fight for your own emancipation!
Arise ye slaves of every nation in One Union Grand!
Our little ones for bread are crying, and millions are from hunger dying.
The end the means is justifying: 'Tis the final stand!

Join the union, fellow workers, men and women, side by side;
We will crush the greedy shirkers like a sweeping, surging tide;
For united, we are standing, but divided, we will fall;
Let this be our understanding: "All for one and one for all."

Arise, ye pris'ners of starvation! Fight for your own emancipation!
Arise ye slaves of every nation in One Union Grand!
Our little ones for bread are crying, and millions are from hunger dying.
The end the means is justifying: 'Tis the final stand!

Workers of the world, awaken! Rise in all your splendid might!
Take the wealth that you are making: it belongs to you by right!
No one will for bread be crying: we'll have freedom, love, and health
When the grand Red Flag is flying in the Workers' Commonwealth!

Arise, ye pris'ners of starvation! Fight for your own emancipation!
Arise ye slaves of every nation in One Union Grand!
Our little ones for bread are crying, and millions are from hunger dying.
The end the means is justifying: 'Tis the final stand!

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