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SONG IN THE LABOUR MOVEMENT
The voice of Labour soundeth shrill—
Mere clamour of a tuneless throng—
To you who barter at your will
The very Life that maketh Song.
Mere clamour of a tuneless throng—
To you who barter at your will
The very Life that maketh Song.
O you whose sluggard hours are spent
The Rule of Mammon to prolong,
What know ye of the stern intent
Of hosted Labour marching strong?
The Rule of Mammon to prolong,
What know ye of the stern intent
Of hosted Labour marching strong?
When we have righted what is wrong,
Great singing shall your ears entreat:
Meanwhile in movement there is song,
And music in the pulse of feet!
Great singing shall your ears entreat:
Meanwhile in movement there is song,
And music in the pulse of feet!
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