| We leave our homes in the morning
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| We kiss our children goodbye
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| While we slave for the bosses
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| Our children scream and cry
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| And when we draw our money
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| Our grocery bills to pay
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| Not a cent to spend for clothing
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| Not a cent to lay away
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| And on that very evening
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| Our little son will say
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| I need some shoes mother
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| And so does sister May
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| How it grieves the heart of a mother
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| You everyone must know
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| But we can’t buy for our children
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| Our wages are too low
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| It is for our little children
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| That seem to us so dear
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| But for us nor them dear workers
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| The bosses do not care
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| But understand all workers
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| Our union they do fear
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| Let’s stand together
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| And have a union here |