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The Pullman Strike

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Near the City of Chicago, where riot holds full sway, ‎
The workingmen of Pullman are battling for fair play; ‎
But the Boss he would not listen to the workingmen 's appeal, ‎
And scorned their mute advances, no sympathy did feel. ‎

The railroad men refused to move even a single car, ‎
Till suddenly from Washington they heard the White House Czar ‎
Proclaim them all lawbreakers, and then in mournful tone ‎
To their countrymen they sent their cry with sad and dismal moan: ‎

Remember we are workmen, and we want honest pay, ‎
And gentlemen, remember, we work hard day by day; ‎
Let Pullman remember, too, no matter where he roams, ‎
We built up his capital, and we're pleading for our homes. ‎

The troops are ordered from the East and from the Western shore, ‎
The firebrands of anarchy are brought to every door; ‎
Honest workmen repudiate the work of thugs and tramps, ‎
And think it is an outrage to be reckoned with these scamps.‎

Arbitration is what they asked, but the Boss he quick refused, ‎
‎"Your fight is with the railroads," was the answer they perused; ‎
But Pullman will regret the day he gave this harsh reply; ‎
And workingmen throughout the land will heed our pleading cry.‎

Remember we are workmen, and we want honest pay, ‎
And gentlemen, remember, we work hard day by day; ‎
Let Pullman remember, too, no matter where he roams, ‎
We built up his capital, and we're pleading for our homes. ‎


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