Uprouse ye now; brave brother band,
With honest heart and working hand;
We are but few, toil-tried and true,
Yet hearts beat high to dare and do!
No trade's strict rules divide us here
For all can come, all may draw near;
And, carpenter or printer, he
Will brother to a molder be!
The rugged-muscled workingman,
With sooty and callous hand,
Is near of kin to him who fain
Must drive the awl or shove the plain.
We fight, but bear no bloody brand!
We fight to curb oppressor's hand!
We fight, that smiles of love may glow
On lips where curses quiver now!
With ballot keen, let each a blow
Strike for the right! wrong t'will o'erthrow!
Firm fixed of will, each voting day
We'll test its power our foes to slay!
O! there be hearts to ache to see
The day-dawn of our victory!
Eyes full of heartbreak with us plead,
And watchers weep and martyrs bleed!
Work, brothers mine! work heart and brain,
We'll win the golden age again!
And love's millenial world shall rise
In happy hearts and blessed eyes!
Hurrah! hurrah! true knights are we,
In labor's lordly chivalry!