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THE KNIGHTS OF LABOUR.
Unite ye now, a Brother-band,
With dauntless will, and stalwart hand:
We are but few, toil-tried, and true,
Yet hearts beat high to dare and do:
And who would not a Champion be
In Labour's Knightlier Chivalry?
With dauntless will, and stalwart hand:
We are but few, toil-tried, and true,
Yet hearts beat high to dare and do:
And who would not a Champion be
In Labour's Knightlier Chivalry?
We fight! but bear no bloody brand,
We fight to free our Fatherland:
We fight that smiles of love may glow
On lips where curses quiver now!
Hurrah! Hurrah! true Warriors we,
In Labour's Knightlier Chivalry!
We fight to free our Fatherland:
We fight that smiles of love may glow
On lips where curses quiver now!
Hurrah! Hurrah! true Warriors we,
In Labour's Knightlier Chivalry!
Ah! there be eyes that ache to see
The day-dawn of our victory:
Lives full of heart-break with us plead,
And Watchers weep, and Martyrs bleed:
O! who would not a Champion be
In Labour's Knightlier Chivalry?
The day-dawn of our victory:
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And Watchers weep, and Martyrs bleed:
O! who would not a Champion be
In Labour's Knightlier Chivalry?
Work, Brothers mine; work, brain and hand:
To free our labour and our land;
That Love's Millennial morn may rise
On happy hearts and blessèd eyes.
Hurrah! Hurrah! true Workers be
In Labour's Knightlier Chivalry.
To free our labour and our land;
That Love's Millennial morn may rise
On happy hearts and blessèd eyes.
Hurrah! Hurrah! true Workers be
In Labour's Knightlier Chivalry.
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