Lyrics The Spirit of Mother Jones - Andy Irvine

The Spirit of Mother Jones

Mother Jones is dead and gone she could no longer stay
No one knew how old she was but she was often heard to say
How she was born in 1830 in the sweet County Cork
But she crossed the foaming billows till she landed in New York
Mother Jones the miners' angel must be treated with respect
She’s an old-fashioned lady and you never would suspect
That this gown and this bonnet would fill the rich man full of dread
«She's the most dangerous woman in America!», thy said
I see her marching down the street with her umbrlla in her hand
I can hear her still at Ludlow where the miners made a stand
And she says: «John D. will you kindly tell to me
How could you let your troopers lay them thirteen children down?»
In the horrors of West Virginia and in Colorado too
Mother Jones and her miners they never could subdue
And the men they fought and died in their tents and shanty towns
And the women stood like a wall of steel that nothing could batter down
Mother Jones the miners' angel must be treated with respect
She’s an old-fashioned lady and you never would suspect
That this gown and this bonnet would fill the rich man full of dread
«She's the most dangerous woman in America!», they said
«And it’s now for the evils of child labour», says she
And the march of the mill children took place in nineteen three
From Philadelphia to New York and she says: «I'm going to show
Wall Street the flesh and blood they squeeze to make their dough»
When she died in 1930 O the sadness was profound
And they laid her to rest in a Union burial ground
And she lies in Mount Olive where the midnight wind it moans
«Stand up for the Union!», cries the spirit of Mother Jones
The rich man and his police and his pulpit and his press
Got away with murder then they’d get away with it yet
But we’ll form a mighty union and we won’t be overthrown
And we never will forget the spirit of Mother Jones