Songs of the Industrial Workers of the World (4th Australian edition)/They Are All Fighters
THEY ARE ALL FIGHTERS.
By Richard Braizer.
(Tune: "San Antonio").
There is a bunch of honest workingmen;
They're known throughout the land.
They've seen the horrors of the bull-pen,
From Maine to the Rio Grande,
They've faced starvation, hunger, privation;
Upon them the soldiers were hurled.
Their organisation is known to the nation,
As the Industrial Workers of the World,
Then hail to this fighting band!
Good luck to their union grand!
CHORUS:
And to the master,
They'll bring disaster,
And if you'll join them.
They'll let you know
Just the reason the boss must go.
They've faced the Pinkerton and Gatling guns,
In defence of their natural rights;
They proved themselves to be labor sons
In all of the workers' fights;
They have been hounded by power unbounded
Of capitalists throughout the land;
But all are astounded, our toes are confounded
For we still remain a union grand!
Then hail to this fighting band!
CHORUS:
The Boss lives in a palace you make;
You work ten hours a day and live in huts;
The Boss lives in a palace you make;
You face starvation, hunger, privation,
But the Boss is always well fed;
Though of low station you've built this nation—
Built it upon your dead.
Then when will you ever get wise;
When will you open vour eyes?