Chants for Socialists by William Morris
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DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN Come, comrades, come, your glasses clink; Up with your hands a health to drink, The health of all that workers be, In every land, on every sea. And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men, down among the dead men, Down, down, down, down, Down among the dead men let him lie! Well done! now drink another toast, And pledge the gath'ring of the host, The people armed in brain and hand, To claim their rights in every land. And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men, down among the dead men, Down, down, down, down, Down among the dead men let him lie! There's liquor left; come, let's be kind, And drink the rich a better mind, That when we knock upon the door, They may be off and say no more. And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men, down among the dead men, Down, down, down, down, |
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