| The world today’s in mourning
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| O’er the death of Mother Jones
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| Gloom and sorrow hover
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| Around the miners' homes
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| This grand old champion of labor
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| Was known in every land
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| She fought for right and justice
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| She took a noble stand
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| O’er the hills and through the valley
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| In ev’ry mining town
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| Mother Jones was ready to help them
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| She never turned them down
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| On front with the striking miners
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| She always could be found
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| And received a hearty welcome
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| In ev’ry mining town
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| She was fearless of every danger
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| She hated that which was wrong
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| She never gave up fighting
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| Until her breath was gone
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| This noble leader of labor
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| Has gone to a better land
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| While the hard-working miners
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| They miss her guiding hand
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| May the miners all work together
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| To carry out her plan
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| And bring back better conditions
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| For every laboring man |