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1Workers of the world, awaken!Break your chains. demand your rights.AII the wealth you make is takenBy exploiting parasites.Shall you kneel in deep submissionFrom your cradles to your graves?ls the height of your ambitionTo be good and willing slaves?CHORUS:Arise, ye prisoners 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 oceanThey 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.Join the union, fellow workers,Men and women, side by side;

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We will crush the greedy shirkersLike 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.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,Well have freedom, love and health.When the grand red flag is flyingIn the Workers Commonwealth.

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3LONG-HAIRED preachers come out every night, Try to tell you whats wrong and whats right; But when asked how bout something to eat They will answer with voices so sweet: CHORUS

You will eat, bye and bye, 5 In that glorious land above the sky; Work and pray, live on hay, Youll get pie in the sky when you die. And the Starvation Army they play, And they sing and they clap and they pray, 10Till they get all your coin on the drum, Then theyll tell you when youre on the bum: )Chorus( If you fight hard for children and wife Try to get something good in this life Youre a sinner and bad man, they tell, 15When you die you will sure go to hell. )Chorus( Workingmen of all countries, unite, Side by side we for freedom will fight; When the world and its wealth we shall gain To the grafters well sing this refrain: 20

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5One little girl, fair as a pearl,Worked every day in a laundry;All that she made for food she paid,So she slept on a park bench so soundly;An old procuress spied her there,And whispered softly in her ear:CHORUS: Come with me now, my girly,Dont sleep out in the cold;Your face and tresses curlyWill bring you fame and gold,Automobiles to ride in, diamonds and silks to wear,Youll be a star bright, down in the red light,Youll make your fortune there.Same little girl, no more a pearl,Walks all alone long the river,Five years have flown, her health is gone,She would look at the water and shiver,Wheneer shed stop to rest and sleep,Shed hear a voice call from the deep:Girls in this way, fall every day,And have been falling for ages,Who is to blame? you know his name,Its the boss that pays starvation wages.A homeless girl can always hearTemptations calling everywhere

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6There are women of many descriptionsIn this queer world, as everyone knows.Some are living in beautiful mansions,And are wearing the finest of clothes.There are blue blooded queens and princesses,Who have charms made of diamonds and pearl;But the only and thoroughbred ladyIs the Rebel Girl. CHORUS:Thats the Rebel Girl, thats the Rebel Girl!To the working class shes a precious pearl.She brings courage, pride and joyTo the fighting Rebel Boy.Weve had girls before, but we need some moreIn the Industrial Workers of the World.For its great to fight for freedomWith a Rebel Girl.Yes, her hands may be hardened from labor,And her dress may not be very fine;But a heart in her bosom is beatingThat is true to her class and her kind.And the grafters in terror are tremblingWhen her spite and defiance shell hurl;For the only and thoroughbred ladyIs the Rebel Girl.

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