Commonwealth of Toil

(Tune: Nellie Gray Also sounds good to That Aggravating Beauty Lula Walls) (h~' Ralph Chapin) (14th edition, April 1918)
          In the gloom of mighty cities
         'Mid the roar of whirling wheels
          We are toiling on like chattel slaves of old, And our masters hope to
          keep us
          Ever thus beneath their heels
          And to coin our very life blood into gold. 

          But we have a glowing dream Of how fair the world will seem
          When each man can live his life secure and free; When the earth is
          owned by Labor
          And there's love and peace for all in the Commonwealth of Toil that
          is to he.

          They would keep us cowed and beaten Cringing meekly at their feet
          They would stand between each worker and his bread. Shall we
          yield our lives up to them
          For the bitter crust we eat?
          Shall we only hope for heaven when we're dead? 
          They have laid our lives out for us
          To the utter end of time.
          Shall we stagger on beneath their heavy load? Shall we let them live
          In their gilded halls of crime
          With our children doomed to toil beneath their goad? When our
          cause is all triumphant
          And we claim our Mother Earth, And the nightmare of the present
          fades away,
          We shall live with love and laughter, We who now are little worth,
          And we'll not regret the price we have to pay.

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