And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes.
Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle
that inspires men to stand up for their rights.
And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world
we can look back to these heroes of our past.
With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will,
no tyranny would quell them in their task.
It's an age-old situation with an ever-present message:
that time and tide waiteth for no man.
So without fear of confrontation of the consequence of outcome,
it's for freedom and for happiness they toiled.
An in looking to the future,
we can see a better place where we can shake the yoke of tyranny for all.
It's been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest.
It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask.
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!
Under perilous conditions with small hope of success they left behind the lives that they once led
and by virtue of their fortitude and single-minded strength
they cleared the way for the people of today
so when we think back to our ancestors respectfully we hark
and thank the men whose struggle broke the chain it's a long road up ahead of us
let's forge on while we're strong and leave our mark of honor once again
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!
So the story has been told and it comes now to an end.
It's setting any era, any land.
When abusive tyrants force the hands of matters great or small,
it inpires men to stand up for their rights.
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!
"Heroes from Our Past" -DROPKICK MURPHYS

Long-haired preachers come ou
Long-haired preachers come out every night,
Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right,
But when asked about something to eat,
They will answer in voices so sweet:
You will eat bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky.
Work and pray, (work and pray),
Live on hay, (live on hay),
You'll get Pie in the Sky,
When you die, (that's a lie!)
And the starvation army they play,
They sing and they dance and they pray,
Till they get all your coin on the drum,
Then they tell you when you're on the bum:
You will eat bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky.
Work and pray, (work and pray),
Live on hay, (live on hay),
You'll get Pie in the Sky,
When you die, (that's a lie!)
If you fight hard for the good things in life,
They will tell you to stop all the strife,
Be a sheep for the bosses they say
Or to hell you are surely on the way!
You will eat bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky.
Work and pray, (work and pray),
Live on hay, (live on hay),
You'll get Pie in the Sky,
When you die, (that's a lie!)
Workingfolk of all countries unite;
Side by side we for freedom will fight
When the world and its wealth we have gained,
To the grafters we will sing this refrain:
You will eat, bye and bye,
When you've learned how to cook and to fry;
Chop some wood, 'twill do you good
And you'll eat in the sweet bye and bye.
(That's no lie!)
by JOE HILL
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no gods no masters
Our father was a union man so
Our father was a union man some day i'll be one too.
The bosses fired daddy what's our family gonna do?
Come all you good workers good news to you I'll tell
of how the good old union has come in here to dewll.
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
My daddy was miner and I'm a miner's son
and I'll stick with the union 'til every battles done.
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
They say in Harlan County there are no neutrals there
you'll either be a union man or a thug for J.H. Blair
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can
will you be a lousy scab or will you be a man?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Don't scab for the bosses don't listen to their lies
us poor folks haven't got a chance unless we organize.
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
"Which side are you on" -Dropkick Murphy's (writen by Florence Reece in 1931)
In 1931, coal miners in Harlan County were on strike. Armed company deputies roamed the countryside, terrorizing the mining communities, looking for union leaders to beat, jail, or kill. But coal miners, brought up lean and hard in the Kentucky mountain country, knew how to fight back, and heads were bashed and bullets fired on both sides in Bloody Harlan.
It was this kind of class war -- the mine owners and their hired deputies on one side, and the independent, free-wheeling Kentucky coal-miners on the other -- that provided the climate for Florence Reece's "Which Side Are You On?" In it she captured the spirit of her times with blunt eloquence.
Mrs. Reece wrote from personal experience. Her husband, Sam, was one of the union leaders, and Sheriff J. H. Blair and his men came to her house in search of him when she was alone with her seven children. They ransacked the whole house and then kept watch outside, ready to shoot Sam down if he returned.
One day during this tense period Mrs. Reece tore a sheet from a wall calendar and wrote the words to "Which Side Are You On?" The simple form of the song made it easy to adapt for use in other strikes, and many different versions have circulated.
It's time we stood up for our
It's time we stood up for ourselves
so get up off your knees.
We'll shake off our detractors
and attain our hopes and dreams
and if we fall prey to in-fighting,
we're never gonna win,
so put aside your differences,
sing loud, sing proud
We won't listen to their stories
or be waylaid by their lies
it's a dream that's still attainable
for kids like you and I
So if we all stand together
singing one defiant song
our voice will reach the heavens,
so sing with all your heart
Join us in a song
we shall rise and sing
stand up and be counted
sing a song for liberty
join us in this song
together we shall sing
rise up and be counted
sing it loud, sing it proud
We've been brutalized and crucified,
the brunt of their attacks,
is corruption not their trademark
and compassion what they lack?
If we can realize our common goals,
the end of which is plain
united and now stronger,
their loss is now our gain!
Join us in a song
we shall rise and sing
stand up and be counted
sing a song for liberty
join us in this song
together we shall sing
rise up and be counted
sing it loud, sing it proud
"A Few Good Men" Dropkick Murphys
no gods no masters
The status of our future in b
The status of our future in both past and present time,
is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine.
To Determine and direct the lives of family men who bear the burden
of living up to standard that doesn't exist in 1999
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.
And I've seen men give their lives, and heard the stories that they tell
of how they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell -
Times may be changing but I'll never leave behind
the hopes and thoughts I have of better days for families such as mine.
Because if history repeats itself and time will surely tell.
What goes around will come around and you'll know our pain too well.
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.
And I've seen men give their lives, and heard the stories that they tell
of how they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell -
"10 Years Of Service" _Dropkick Murphys
You just made me dislike DKM
You just made me dislike DKM so much more than I already did.
Would you have freedom from w
Would you have freedom from wage slavery
Then join in the grand industrial band
Would you from Hunger and Misery be free
Then come on do your share like a man
There is power, there is power in a band of working men
When they stand hand in hand.
There is power, there is power that must rule in every land
One industrial union grand.
Would you have mansions of gold in the sky,
And live in a shack, way in the back?
Would you have wings up in heaven to fly?
And starve here with rags on your back?
There is power, there is power in a band of working men
When they stand hand in hand.
There is power, there is power that must rule in every land
One industrial union grand.
Come, all ye workers, from every land,
Come, join the grand Industrial band,
Then we our share of this earth shall demand.
Come on! Do your share like a man.
There is power, there is power in a band of working men
When they stand hand in hand.
There is power, there is power that must rule in every land
One industrial union grand.
"Power in the Union" -Joe Hill, Arr Clause IV