The workers wants a union and the eight hour day.
The boss man hates the workers, the workers hates the boss,
The boss man rides in a big fine car, and the workers has to walk.
The boss man sleeps in a big fine bed, and dreams of his silver and gold,
The workers sleeps in an old straw bed and shivers from the cold.
Fred Beal [*] he is in prison, a-sleeping on the floor,
But he will soon be free again, and speak to us some more.
The union is a-growing, the ILD is strong,
We’re going to show the bosses that we have starved too long.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2015/4/22 - 16:32
Bernart Bartleby - 2015/4/22 - 16:43
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