Union Song

We meet today in freedom’s cause

And raise our voices high,

We’ll join our hands in union strong

To battle or to die

CHORUS

Hold the forth for we are coming,

Union men be strong,

Side by side we battle onward

Victory will come

Look my comrades see the Union

Banners waving high,

Reinforcements now appearing

Victory is nigh.

See our members still increasing

Hear the bugle blow,

By our Union we shall triumph,

Over every foe.

Fierce and long the battle rages,

But we will never fear,

Help will come when’er help is needed,

Cheer my Comrades, Cheer.

We Shall Overcome

We shall overcome,

We shall overcome,

We shall overcome some day,

For deep in my heart, I do believe,

We shall overcome some day.

We’ll walk hand in hand,

We’ll walk hand in hand,

We’ll walk hand in hand some day,

For deep in my heart I do believe,

We’ll walk hand in hand some day.

We are not afraid,

We are not afraid,

We are not afraid today,

For deep in my heart I do believe,

We shall overcome some day.

We shall overcome,

We shall overcome,

We shall overcome someday,

For deep in my heart I do believe,

We shall overcome some day.

Sound the Battle Cry

Sound the battle cry, see the foe is nigh;

Raise the standard high, for the right;

Gird your armour on, stand firm everyone,

Rest your cause upon the power truth

 CHORUS

Rouse them soldiers, rally round the banner

Ready, steady, pass the word along,

Onward, forward, marching on to victory,

We are masters of our destiny.

Strong to meet the foe, marching on we go,

While our cause we know must prevail.

Shield and armour bright, gleaming in the light,

Battling for the right, we cannot fail.

Oh, thou God of all, hear us when we call,

Help us one and all, by Thy grace

When the battle is done and our cause is won,

Let us praise Thee for this well fought race.

Stand Firm Workingman

Stand firm working men, away with all fear,

Let scoffers deride deliverance in near;

By prayer let us wrestle whilst Christ doth perform

Such deeds as allow us to laugh at the storm

God’s love in times past forbids us to think

He’ll leave us at least in failure to sink;

Each sweet Ebenezer we have in review

Confirms his good pleasure to help us quite through

Increasing in faith and growing in grace,

Let’s meekly pursue our heavenly race;

For Jesus has promised His help is quite sure

To us who believe and His Name do adore.

Since all that we meet must work for our good,

The bitter is sweet the wormwood is food;

But soon all will vanish ‘twill cease before long

And then, oh how glorious the conquerors’ song.

Toilers of the Nation

Toilers of the Nations, thinkers of the time

Sound the note of Battle loud thro’ every clime,

March we ‘gainst the tyrants, heedless of their steel,

Be a band of brothers, speed the common weal. 

CHORUS

Onward, friends of freedom on ward for the strife,

Each or all we struggle, one in death and life,

Seamstress in the hovel, women of the mill,

Low indeed we grovel tame ye are and still,

Come like the war maidens beauteous in your might

Sing us songs of valour nerve us for the fight.

Toil ye now no longerfor another’s gain

While our wives and children pine in want and pain;

Slaves we have been and cowards but the night is o’er

Up then with the morning, weep and sigh no more

We are Comrades and Brothers 

We are comrades and brothers,

We stand side by side,

Our battles and woes are the same,

In this fight we must struggle,

And stand for the right,

Until we have the great victory won.

CHORUS

Our Master is near us, He has promised to hear

Our petitions and humblest prayers,

He will never forsake us should we go on strike

He will feed us morning, noon and night

Whatso’er ye have need of,

These words are quite plain

Shall be given us in His Name,

How then can we be denied

Our God given rights,

The rights to labour and to be paid.

Let us stand firm then Comrades,

We shall never retreat,

We shall never know what is defeat,

We must win for ourselves,

Better things in this life,

Our Master’s words shall ever prevail.

The International

 Arise ye toilers of all nations,

Condemned to misery and woe;

To hell with humbleness and patience,

Give deadly battle to the foe.

Wipe out the rule of wealthy classes;

Arise and smash your thraldom chains

Let power be wielded by the masses,

Let those who labour hold the reins. 

CHORUS

Proletarians, rally

For this final big Fight

In-ter-na-tion-ally,

All toiling folks unite

No God, no king, no politician

Will win for us a better day,

So let us drop the old tradition,

Forge weapons for the coming fray

Roll up your sleeves all working fellows,

Put fire beneath the melting pot,

Set up the forge, and blow the bellows

Lets strike the iron while it’s hot.

The earth and all its boundless treasures,

Belong by right, to those who toil;

No parasites of wealth or leisure

Shall claim possession of the soil,

We hail the mighty tempest raging,

The flash of lightning through the gloom

For us the dawn of life presaging;

For them the knell of mortal doom

The Red Flag 

The peoples flag is deepest red

It shrouded oft our martyred dead

And ere their limbs grew still and cold,

Their heart’s blood dyed its every fold

CHORUS

 Then raise the scarlet standard high

Within its shade we’ll live and die,

Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer

We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

Look around, the Frenchmen love its blazes

The sturdy German chants its praises,

In Moscow’s vaults its Hymns are sung,

Chicago swells the surging throng.

It waved about our infant might

When all ahead seemed dark as night,

It witnessed many a deed and vow,

We must not change its colour now.

It will recall the triumphs past,

It gives the hope of peace at last,

The banner bright, the symbol plain

Of human right and human gain.

It suits today the weak and base

Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place

To cringe before the rich man’s frown

And haul the sacred emblem down

With heads uncovered swear we all

To bear it onward till we fall,

Come dungeons dark or gallows grim

This song shall be our parting Hymn.

Live for Something 

Live for something be not idle,

Look about thee for employ,

Sit not down for useless dreaming,

Labour is the sweetest joy,

Folded arms are ever weary,

Selfish hearts are never gay,

Life for thee hath many duties,

Active be then while you may.

Scatter blessings in your pathway,

Gentle words and cheering smiles,

Better far, than gold and silver,

Are their grief-dispelling wiles,

As the pleasant sunshine falleth,

Ever on the grateful earth

So let sympathy and kindness

Gladden well the darkened hearts.

Hearts that are oppressed and weary

Drop the tear of sympathy,

Whisper words of hope and comfort,

Give and thy reward shall be,

Joy unto thy soul returning

From the perfect fountain head,

Freely, as thou freely givest,

Shall the grateful light be shed.

Sons of Labour 

Sons of labour keep on moving

Onward in the march of mind,

Every step your path is proving

Leaving olden tracts behind.

Every soul enslaving fetter,

Burst and break and cast away,

Every soul enslaving fetter,

For your needs some other day.

Sow good seeds that those who follow,

Future blessings yet nay reap

Joy resound o’er hill and hollow

When we all have gone to sleep.

Gems of truth and knowledge father

On the varied way ye go,

Know the present is the father

Of the future weal or woe.

Mid the strifes and tribulations,

Toils and troubles of the day,

Freedom speaks to stir the nations,

Truth asserts the sovereign sway.

Onward then my toiling brothers

With the thoughtful and the true

Sisters, ye as loving mothers,

Have the noblest work to do.

Ever active, ever cheery

Hope the burden of our song,

Let us help the weak and weary

On the way we move along.

Brighter days than we have seen yet,

Dawn upon our Babels old;

Changes greater than have been yet,

Times vast ocean will unfold.