Aye, listen, ye millionaires, listen!
Tread light o’er your carpeted floors,
And see the red flames as they glisten,
And hear the wild shout of the boors,
Or slaves, as you’ve long tried to make them,
Hark! hark! That dread sound’s drawing nigher.
Have you ventured at last to awake them
To spirits of vengeance and fire?
See! See! Your grand palace cars blazing!
They light up the mountains, and glen,
And see maddening labor uprising,
To crush down the robbers of men!
Tread light o’er your carpeted floors,
And see the red flames as they glisten,
And hear the wild shout of the boors,
Or slaves, as you’ve long tried to make them,
Hark! hark! That dread sound’s drawing nigher.
Have you ventured at last to awake them
To spirits of vengeance and fire?
See! See! Your grand palace cars blazing!
They light up the mountains, and glen,
And see maddening labor uprising,
To crush down the robbers of men!
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