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There is power in a factory, power in the land |
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Power in the hands of a worker |
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But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand |
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There is power in a union |
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Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers blood |
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The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for |
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From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud |
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War has always been the bosses way, sir |
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The union forever defending our rights |
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Down with the blackleg, all workers unite |
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With our brothers and our sisters from many far off lands |
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There is power in a union |
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Now I long for the morning that they realize |
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Brutality and unjust laws can not defeat us |
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But who'll defend the workers, who cannot organize |
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When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us? |
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Money speaks for money, the devil for his own |
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Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone |
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What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child |
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There is power in a union |
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The union forever defending our rights |
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Down with the blackleg, all workers unite |
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With our brothers and our sisters, together we will stand |
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There is power in a union |
