Joe Hill - Workers of the world awaken

Workers ^Dof the world, awaken! Break your ^Achains, demand your ^Grights. All the ^Dwealth you make is taken By ex^Eploiting parasites. Shall you ^Dkneel in deep submission From your ^Acradles to your ^Ggraves? Is the ^Dheight of your ambition To be ^Cgood and ^Gwilling ^Cslaves?

A^Frise, ye ^G7prisoners of ^Cstarva-^Amtion! ^FFight for your ^G7own e^Dmancipation; Ar^Fise, ye ^G7slaves of e^Cv'ry na-^Amtion. ^EIn One ^BUnion ^Cgrand. Our l^G7ittle ones for ^Cbread are crying And m^G7illions are from ^Chunger dying; The ^G7end the means is ^Cjusti-^Ffying, 'Tis the ^Dfinal ^Cstand.

If the ^Dworkers take a notion They can ^Astop all speeding ^Gtrains; Every ^Dship upon the ocean They can ^Atie with mighty ^Gchains. Every ^Dwheel in the creation, Every ^Amine and every ^Gmill Fleets and ^Darmies of the nation, Will at ^Ctheir com-^Gmand stand ^Cstill.

A^Frise, ye ^G7prisoners of ^Cstarva-^Amtion! ^FFight for your ^G7own e^Dmancipation; Ar^Fise, ye ^G7slaves of e^Cv'ry na-^Amtion. ^EIn One ^BUnion ^Cgrand. Our l^G7ittle ones for ^Cbread are crying And m^G7illions are from ^Chunger dying; The ^G7end the means is ^Cjusti-^Ffying, 'Tis the ^Dfinal ^Cstand.

Join the ^Dunion, fellow workers Men and ^Awomen, side by ^Gside; We will ^Dcrush the greedy shirkers Like a ^Asweeping; surging ^Gtide; For u-^Dnited we are standing, But di-^Avided we will ^Gfall; Let this ^Dbe our understanding-- "All for ^Cone and ^Gone for ^Call."

A^Frise, ye ^G7prisoners of ^Cstarva-^Amtion! ^FFight for your ^G7own e^Dmancipation; Ar^Fise, ye ^G7slaves of e^Cv'ry na-^Amtion. ^EIn One ^BUnion ^Cgrand. Our l^G7ittle ones for ^Cbread are crying And m^G7illions are from ^Chunger dying; The ^G7end the means is ^Cjusti-^Ffying, 'Tis the ^Dfinal ^Cstand.

Workers ^Dof the world, awaken! Rise in ^Aall your splendid ^Gmight; Take the ^Dwealth that you are making, It be-^Alongs to you by ^Gright. No one ^Dwill for bread be crying, We'll have ^Afreedom, love, and ^Ghealth. When the ^Dgrand red flag is flying In the ^CWorkers' ^GCommon-^Cwealth.

A^Frise, ye ^G7prisoners of ^Cstarva-^Amtion! ^FFight for your ^G7own e^Dmancipation; Ar^Fise, ye ^G7slaves of e^Cv'ry na-^Amtion. ^EIn One ^BUnion ^Cgrand. Our l^G7ittle ones for ^Cbread are crying And m^G7illions are from ^Chunger dying; The ^G7end the means is ^Cjusti-^Ffying, 'Tis the ^Dfinal ^Cstand.