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Show The Price of England's Wealth. We have fed you all for a thousand years And you hall us still unfed, Though not a sovereign ot nil your wealth lint marks the work's need. In the cold nnd wet we toll and sweat. While you He on a bed of wool. If blood be the price of England's wealth, . Good God! wo havo paid In full. There's never a mine blown skyward now Hut we're burled alive for-you; There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now Hut It's wo nro the ghnstly crew. Go, reckon our dead by the forges red, AnH the factories where they spin. And It blood be tho price ot England's wealth, Oood Godl wo have paid It n. Wo have fed you all for a thousand years, For that was our doom, you know, From tho day you chnlned us to your Held To the strike of a week ago. You havo taken our wives, our babes, our lives. For that was your legal share: But If blood be tho price of England's wealth. Good Godl we havo bought It fair. Tho Voice of Labor (Glasgow). |