Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The 1913 Massacre, artist - Woody Guthrie. Album song The Woody Guthrie Story (The Music), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.08.2008
Record label: Chrome Dreams
Song language: English
The 1913 Massacre |
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The 1913 Massacre |
The 1913 Massacre |
(Woody Guthrie) |
Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen |
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country. |
I’ll take you to a place called Italian Hall |
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball. |
I’ll take you through a door, and up a high stairs. |
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere, |
I will let you shake hands with the people you see |
And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree. |
You ask about work and you ask about pay; |
They’ll tell you that they make less than a dollar a day, |
Working the copper claims, risking their lives, |
So it’s fun to spend Christmas with children and wives. |
There’s talking and laughing and songs in the air, |
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere, |
Before you know it, you’re friends with us all |
And you’re dancing around and around in the hall. |
Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights |
To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet. |
To hear all this fun you would not realize |
That the copper-boss thug-men are milling outside. |
The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door |
One of them yelled and he screamed, «There's a fire!» |
A lady, she hollered, «There's no such a thing! |
Keep on with your party, there’s no such a thing.» |
A few people rushed, and it was only a few |
«It's only the thugs and the scabs fooling you.» |
A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down |
But the thugs held the door and he could not get out. |
And then others followed, a hundred or more |
But most everybody remained on the floor. |
The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke, |
While the children were smothered on the stair by the door. |
Such a terrible sight I never did see |
We carried our children back up to their tree. |
The scabs outside still laughed at their spree |
And the children that died there were seventy-three. |
The piano played a slow funeral tune |
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon, |
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned, |
«See what your greed for money has done.» |
Note: In Calumet, Michigan, in 1913 hired copper company thugs |
broke up a striker’s Christmas party by shouting «fire», and then |
barring the door. |
In the panic hat ensued, 73 children were |
smothered to death. |
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