LIBERTY FOREVER.
(Air: "Anvil Chorus.")
We broke the yoke of a pitiless class,
And we burst all asunder our bonds and chains;
Our organization will win when it strikes,
And no more shall a king or a crown remain—
United fast are we with bonds that naught can sever;
Long, loud and clear and far our battle cry rings ever—
Liberty for aye and aye!
Liberty for ever!
Liberty for ever!
Shall be our battle cry
If Freedom's road seems rough and hard,
And strewn with rocks and thorns,
Then put your wooden shoes on, pard,
And you won't hurt your corns.
To organize and teach, no doubt,
Is very good—that's true,
But still we can't succeed without
The Good Old Wooden Shoe.
My dear brother, I am sorry to be under contract to hang you, but I know it will please you to hear that the scaffold is built by union carpenters, the rope bears the label and here is my card.
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