« tf. »? 1) lt< !^ V. f 1^ / / I ^^^ENDORSED BY THE MATIONAL ALLIANCE AT OCALA, FLORIDA..^ J / / / / / / ^i.OO PT^i? DOZEN. Ai.>di;ehs: MRS. FLORENCE HOTXOM P>-OLMS i'E AD >J/ Dorado, Butk'V Co., Kansas. ADVOCATE STEAM FKINT. y y A /\ N \ V X \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ M or tgn<>:es Foreclosed. , Ouly a Common Fanner TJie New Union VVngon A Glorious Work, Ye Sons of Laboi'.. Thinkino What the End May F^e We Meet Once Again All Hnil , Alliance Rally boivg Tlie King^dom of Mammon IShall Fall The Happy Time , Medlev Toilers, Unite Campaign Song The Farmer's Home Send Allia::)ce News Now the 'Clouds of Hate Are Gone Where Will the Farmer Be. 20 Funeral Hymn 21 RaUying Song Let Us Work , Forward Pull For the Shore, Farmer ('losing Ode Oh, Say, Can You See By tlie Signs of the Times, The New Jubilee. Our Order Jubilee Song ! I ALLIANCE NIGHTINGALE. Go forth, little book, to thy work, Cheer the strong and strengthen the weak; Go, hasten the glorious time — The end we so earnestly seek. EL DORADO, KANSAS. FLORENCE HOLCOMB-OLMSTEAD, 1892. Entered according to the act of Con- gress, in the year 1890, by Florence Holcomb-01 instead, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. Sisters and Bkethren:— The favor with which my little song book, The Mite, has been received, and the requests of many members of our Order, has induced me to enlarge my book to sucli proportions that the name *'Mite" is no longer appropriate. Hoping tliat tliis Nightingale may herald the morn, and bring joy to your hearts, and that a,ll may "sing with the spirit and witli tlie understanding/' I remain your sisler in the great reform, Flor ence IIoi.comb-Olmstead, El Dorado, Kansas. Mortgage Foreclosed. Air — ''Just Before the Battle, Mothery Oil! I've lieard of Praii-ie Kaii.sas. That fail' laiul so ])!'()a(l and free; Witli itt3 mines of choicest treasures, Tiiere's the home for you and me. Let us take our little savings, Just the right time to invest, For tlie country's new and growing, And the Spring-time is the best. Chorus — Never mind the little moi'tgage, That can surely do no harm, We will not be asked to pay it, 'Till the\' raise the price of corn. So, with teams, our cows and poultry, We went west to make a farm; Pj^airies lovely, blessed our vision. Grass was green and sunsljine warm, And the choicest bloomiiig llowers . With sweet fragrance tilled the air; ; Pleasa^nt streams with water flowing, Peace and plenty everywhere. All our labc^] s were incessant, And the plowman did his best, Eocks nor roots to clieck our progress, Little time we had for I'est. Forest trees and orcliard planting, Papid growth soon brought us fruit; Fondest hopes our nunds enchanting. Farming wa,s our chief pursuit. Granaries hi led to o verflowina;, Bounteous liarvests 11! led the barn, B'.it the Tru'^ts put (b)wn the prices, .lust t"^!) cents is all foi- coi-n; FjM'mei's, you can't borrow money/' l-'ive per cent, a month don't pay, we'll close and hold iiuprovements. You can move some other way. rHOKU« — Farewell, tliey have closed the mortgage, To t'-^ laws we now nnist yield. ^ Robbed, distressed and broken hearted, ^^■'e r.inst seek some otlier fiel 1. — J/z\s', Tl J. Vyhituiann, Jloii:o7i, Kansas, Only a Conimon Farmer. Key, B. flat. Air — "Only an Anr From CJKonpioi'. Orcjan-z^ r . Only a common farmer, proudly I staiid. Waiting to follow the Alliance c^ Marching if onwcarcl the order shali . Standing by the brethren, serving iaithiiilly. Chorus — Hear ye the battle cry, 'tis once for r\l^- S e e ! s e e 1 th e f arm e r s come, fo r \ • . all Sure the Alliance may depend oti : Though but a common farmer 1 Chorl Only a common farmer now in the " l Guarding a principle that sliall Waiting to hear the brethren* onw: Ready then to answer, ''Brethr- Only a common farmer, yet may I share Glory immortal and a bright crown \^rear, If in the batde to my brethren true. Aline shall be the honor in the i^i-an Cho. Rearranged by S. Af, S-ci^t'L The New Union Wagon. Key, C. Air — ''The Old Union Wagon, Bring out our brraid new wagon, boys, And don't you fool around. Just call for all tlie lal)or men, And let us view the ground We've trudged along with weary feet, Our good vvives by our ^.lde; We've nulled the load for many years, It's now our time to ride. Chorus — Then hurrah for our wagon, Our brand new Union vv'agon; Just pile into the v>-agon For novv' we're ^joins; to ride. Our vv'agon it is good and strong, You need not be afraid, Necessity's a master hand, For service it is made. Then come along with right good will, Your ballots surely bring, We'll ha\ e a little. skirmish, boys. And they'll be just the thing. ^Monopoly is in our track, We'll have to knock him out; And then with party overseers AVe'll have a lively bout. But brace up boys and don't you flinch, Though loud the whip may crack, We'll face them with a solid front, And never once look back. Just ta,ke good aim and falter not. But stand up like a man; Shoot every bahot fair and square, Don^t waste a single one; And when the smoke is cleared away No enemy Ave "11 see. Oh, then a happy time well have, A glorious jubilee. A Glorious Work, Ye Sons of Labor. Key, C. Air- — ^'A Thousand Years ^ My Own Coliinibia,^^ Say, have you heard of our noble Union? Millions together stand as one. Each for his brother's welfare working; Justice they ask, it shall be done. Chorus — A glorious work ye sons of labor. Rise and unite, your duty do. Leave to your sons a land of freedom — ' Liberty's Ught depends on you. Lift up your heads, ye downcast workers, Succor at last has come to thee, Shout in your joy till the happy echo Loudly resounds from sea to sea. Brotherly love and a common danger Banded our noble sires of old, Bravely they fought for their rights, and conquered — Won by their will, and not with gold. Peacefully we, their children's children, Strive for the homes their life-blood bought; God is the same — we yet are loyal, Foes of the right shall come to naught. Back to your place, ye foes of justice, Flee, for the time is now at hand; Gold shall not rule this mighty people, Severeigns proclaim throughout the land. Cowards who sneer and shirk from duty. Reaping the gains from others' toils, Hide, e'er the light of shining justice Shows to the world your withered souls. Thinking What the End May Be. Key, a flat. Air — ''Tenting on the Old Camp Gro2i7id.^'' I am thinking to-night of the many hands Toihng to vrin their bread, Of the aching hearts and the weary brain — Hope is ahiiost dead. Many are the children hungry to-night, Longing for a crust of bread; Many are the miihons hoarded by might — ■ My heart is filled with dread. Chorus — Thinking to-night, friends, thinking to-night. Thinking what the end must be. Thinking to-night, friends, thinking to-night, Thinking what the end must be. I am thinking to-night of the lofty walls, Reared by faithful hands, Of the cities paved and by labor's skill Joined by iron bands. Many are the builders homeless to-night, No place to lay his head, Many are the mansions, dazzling and Avhite, My heart is filled with dread. — cho. I am thinking to-night of the pioneer, Battling with earth and air, To make him a home in the untried West, For wife and children fair. Many are the homesteads mortgaged to-night, Waiting for the sheriffs tread; Many are the acres given by might — My heart is filled vrith dread. — cho. I am thinking to-night we must wait no more. Rise — our duty do; [claim — . We must ask for cur ovm, and our lands re- To ourselves be true. Many are the workers needed to-night, Mighty is the work aliead; We must win for the right, should we fail, alas! It fills my heart with dread. — cho. We Meet Once Again. Key, B flat. Air — ''Gatherhig up the Shells.'" We meet once again with each other, To work in the interest of all; We strive to make better and wiser The members who come at the call. Oh, om' work will seem lighter than ever; We'll sing more gaily than before; For the kind, helpful words that are spoken Will cheer and comfort evermore. Chorus — Scattering seeds of wisdom and kindness. Gathering many precious gems of lore; Oh, happier are the days now before us, For we're working as never before. Standing shoulder to shoulder we'll conquer. Our power no fraud can withstand, For, united, we'll crush by our numbers Monopoly's rude, grasping hand. We are striving for Hberty's blessings, Bequeathed by our fathers of yore; By their courage and blood it was purchased, By vigilance we'll keep it evermore. All Hail. Key, G. AiR—''JV/2i^elVmgs,'' All hail ! to our glorious Order, The Farmers' and Laborers' Union, all hail All hail to the grand men and women Who labor for justice. Their work shall not fail; For God hears the cry of the millions Who labor and toil, who have reaped down the grain, Their cries saith the Lord of the Sabbath, Shall not go unheaded, shall not be in vain. Chorus — Oh ! Hark ! awful woe ! Yes, God sayeth woe Woe to the rich who defraudeth The laborer out of his hire, saith the Lord; For as a hre it eateth. As a witness shall rise up the rust of his hoard. All hail to our glorious Order, The Farmers' and Laborers' Union, all hail! Work fast, in faith still believing That justice and equity yet shall prevail. Dark clouds are gathered above us. But mighty His arm. He will scatter the nig If we but do our own duty; Then stand by our Order, our forces unite. — 8— Alliance Eally Song, Key, F. Tune — "-Hollow Fraud.'' ^ 'Tis the farmers and their friends who are now fighting for the ends, For which our sires before us fought, and bled, and died; That as tillers of the soil, we should find midst honest toil, Homes of sweet content and happiness be- sides. Chorus — Hollow halt, political gags; hollow fraud, old money bags; Never tell the people why you had to go; But just bristle up your backs, while you try to hide your tracks. And tell the folks your record's white as snow. But content we ne'er can be, 'till from mort- gages we're free; Nor can happiness within our homes abide So long as money kings and monopoHstic rings In our legislative chambers do abide. The bosses and their clan, as well at first may understand That party prejudice is being laid away; They have mortgages on our homes, but they haven't on our votes. As we'll show them when it comes election day. Combines, trusts and national banks, also all political cranks. Now can see the coming equinoctial storm. See them eagerly watch the shore, whilst they firmly grasp the oar That has saved them, but they'll wreck against reform. Don't forget to agitate while they're making up the slate; Have a finger in the big political pie. 'Tis the right against the might, and our foe is in a plight. And we'll hail the glorious victory bye and bye. — B, M, Hodgi7i, Rose Hilly Kansas. 10 The Kingdom of Mammon Shall Fall. Key. E flat. Air—'T/u' Hand Writing on tJie Wali:' There's a grand reformation. Have you heard its welcome tone? It is sweeping through our nation, 'Tis a mighty povrer grown: 'Tis the voice of dov\-ncast labor. As she rises from the dust. Saying, come ye weary workmen. Hear the verdict of the just. Chorus — The Kingdom of ^^lammon shall fall I The Kingdom of Mammon shall fall I We will lift on high our banner. Let it say in tones of thunder. To ^lammon's shrine we'll never bo^Y See. the mighty host is coming. ]\Iark the jewels on each brow. 'Tis the sweat of honest 'abor. Hark, they ask for justice now. See the hands, all worn and calloused. Of the men and women too. Shall their v\-ork go unrewarded? Shall their toil enrich the few? Chorus — Equity and right shall conquer. Labor yet shall have her own. She has risen in her power. Justice sits upon the throne. He Avho sows shall reap the harvest: He who builds shall enter in. Greed shall be no longer master. He who works reward shall win. Chorus — — 1 1 — The Happy Time. Key, G. Air, ''There s a Land that is Fairer than Day . ' ' There\s a time that is not far away, For the dawn of its morning I see, When this glorious land that aVc love, From oppression and greed shall be free Chorus — In the sweet bye and bye, When the good and the true shall unite, And shall work side by side For each other, for justice and right. They are coming from East and from West ^ From the North and the South hear the cry, We will join in the glorious fight, For the righteous must win bye and bye. All that weakens, degrades and enslaves, We will drive from this land of the free. Bj the people our laws must be made. For the people they surely shall be. Then unite, all ye winners of bread. And away with monopoly's rule. And demand what is justly our own — Be no longer the demagogue's took . 12 Medley. (For two boys.) FIRST BOY. Air — Ya?ikee Doodle.'' Oh, Yankee's got his dander up, He's m an awful passion, He says that things shall not go on In such a shameful fashion. The dudes who shirk shall get to work Or starve if jt comes handy; * They shant combine and steal from us. Says Yankee Doodle Dandy. SECOND BOY. A.m— ''Dixie.'' And away doAvn South in the land of cotton Won't we send the "trusts" a trottm' Right away, right away, right away from Dixie Land Hooray! Hooray for Dixie Land! Hooray! Hooray! For Dixie Land has taken stand To drive away the robber band, Right away! right away! Away from sunny Dixie. BOTH BOYS. Air — ''Ameriea. " Our country we shall see From Mammon's clutches free, Free once again. Thy sons are patriots still, And by their sovereign will. O'er every vale and hill Justice shall reign. Toilers Unite. Key, C. Air— ^- W/iere Hast Thou Gleaned."' FIRST — Weary farmer, whence comest thou With empty hand and clouded brow? Why so gloomy and sad to-day? Tell thy troubles to me I pray. SECOND — All day long Fve plov^'ed and sweat, Toiled to free myself from debt, Toiled and struggled, but all in vain, Debts and mortgages still remain. FULL CHO-Toilers, unite, stand firm to-day. Find a remedy while you may; Victor's laurels will crown your brow If you'll battle for justice now. FIRST — Farmer, tell me, why is it so? AVhy dost prosper so very slow? Hast thou squandered thy substance thus I Or hast lost it by drouth or rust? SECOND — Ah my hfe I've worlvcd and slaved, Raised good crops and always saved; Trusts and combines make prices fall, Taxes and interest gobble it all. FIRST — Farmer, tell me, vrhat canst thou do To help thyself and others, too? How shall Labor receive her own? How shall Greed be overthrown? SECOND — We are many and we'll unite. We will rise up in our might. Say to all the cheats we meet — He who works not, shall not eat. — 14— Campaign Song. Key , G . Am — Va nkee Doodle Once on a time some schemers sly. To win the an election, Fixed up a game to catch the votes. And called it --Home Protection;'' Said they, we'll win in ' 'Blocks of Five' ^ By using Wall Street boodle: For folks won't know what song is simg^ So the tune is -'Yankee Doodle. Chorus — And so they waved the bloody shirt,. The tariff too, came handy To separate and blind the friends Of Yankee Doodle Dandy. And then there was another plaji Fixed up to suit each section; The makers said 'twas not free trade;^. Of course 'twas not protection; They thought they'd play it xtry fine And win without a doubt, sir; And so they raised the color line. They know what they're about, sir. Cko, We did then what they knew we'd do,. AYe fiercely fought each other: Our interests we quite forgot, In trying to down our brother. Old battles were fought o'er again. But when it all was done, sir, We looked around, but looked in A^ain To see what we had won, sir. Cho, — 15 — But now. that we have cooler grown, The record we look over, And things we could not then discern We easily discover; And from the past the future read Of their determination To grind the masses to the earth AVith their class legislation. Cho. But we are true Americans, We wont be fooled again, sir. We'll vote no more for Wall Street pets But for Alliance men, sir. In vain the party lash they ply, The party line they tighten; In vain the tariff old they use To blind, deceive and frighten. Chorus to last verse: The lines are old and badly worn, You've used them years, remember, The strain is more than they can bear^ They'll smash up in November. — 16— The farmer's Home. Key, C Air — Little Old Log Cabin in the Lane:' I am old and poor and feeble now, I've toiled for many years. And I know I have \ v:.z hir r :: :.:ide. But rd hoped th:.: l:- I could rest in joy and peace With my dear old wife in comfort by my side. Chorus — But, alas! though we've been .frugal, And lived poor and done our best, In our home we can no longer now remain, For the mortgage soon will take it. And we'll have to go away. Though it fills our heart with misery and pain. Oh I our home is ver\' dear to us. We've planned it verr y vear — [are. Ever}^ tree and fence just where they The orch:^:' ' : / : . , j:; We hav-: _ : .'.e. [care. And the iio'-vcr^ .v.ic lias nursed wizh tender It was here we raised our children. Here, they prattled 'round oiu: door; [done; Here the best part of oiu- life work has been And we thought to ail enjoy it. And perhaps have something left For the children when our race of life was nm. —17— Oh! weVe raised our children honest, And done for them what we could; B\it they've worked sometimes instead of going For we had to make our Hving. [to school. But we taught them what was right, And to practice every day the golden rule. Although they love us dearly, And would save us from this pain, [store. And they'll share with us whate'er they have in They have many crires and times so hard, Although they'll not complain — To increase their heavy burden grieves us sore. But we'll soon be done this journey. Soon we r;iach . '^e gates of pearl, And the an^ei Liioiigh we're old and very poor, Will open wide the portal, For up there our title's clear, ■ And home at last we'll dwell forever more, Chorus to last verse — Yes, in the Father's house above, Where many mansions be, [made; There no mortgage through misfortune will be But those who've kept the golden rule. Will there find just reward — ^ An inheritance that never more will fade. — 18— Send Alliance News. Key, B flat. Air — ''Let the LoTvei- Lights he Bn7'ning.'''' Fi'om. the C^amirion Organizer. Can we not, dear brother farmer, Keep our object full in view? Having charity for others When we meet in grand review. Cho.— Let the lower lights be burning ! Send AUiance news to all. Some poor faiHng struggling farmer, By assistance may not fall. Let the brothers and the sisters Teach the world of true reform. Lending others our assistance As the work is pressing on. — Cho. Ah ! the time for reformation Flas been coming to these years, Waiting for the preparation That has come with many fears. Fears of what, I ask dear brother, In the name of charity, Fear ourselves, we need not others, For this work is equity. Wow the Oiouds of Hate Are Gone, Key, C. Air — " Jf'7/en the Mists have Cleared A^i^ay^ IVe are working, bra^'ely working, In a grand and noble cause; We would educate the people Who must make the nation's laws. Equal Rights to All, our motto, Special Privileges to None, Peace to all, to all life's blessings. Shall this noble work be done? Cho.— Now the clouds of hate are gone And the blindness passed away, Men will see the truth and do it. In the light of this glad day. We are working, bravely working, To unite in heart and mind All the true that love our nation, We would elevate mankind. We would heal the bitter heart-aches. We would have the people see Hate though clothed in dazzling garments, Patriotism cannot be. —Cho. Though our past mista'tces are many. Pause not to recount them o'er. For the present needs our labor. And it needs us more and more. Let us then, as men and brethren. Quickly to the rescue fly; One in heart and one in action. We will conquer bye and bye. —Cho. Where Will the Farmer be? Key. C. Air— ^^[[7/^/ Shall the Harvest he?' Drifting along as the cuxrent flows. Dreaming not of the coniincr woes, S\^'iftly nearh" :I. Soon its billc . Oh! where will tiie farmer be? Oh! where will the farmer be? Chorus — Drowned by the combine and drowned by the trust. Sunk by his int'rest or us'r}' unjust, Held down by taxes on more than his tea- Where, O where, will the farmer be? Soundly he sleepis as he downward flies. Sees not the danger that 'round him lies. If he but wakes from that stupid state. He may escape from that awful fare. Oh! where will the farmer be? etc. Home and happiness pass from sight, Held by monopoly's legal right; Feebly he struggles in sinking sand — No one extends him a helping hand. Oh! where will the farmer be? etc. Now he awakens, vdth ready will Bends to his oars, he has power still. Steady he pulls with a might}- stroke; Loudly his enemies 'round him croak. Oh! where ^nll the farmer be?, etc. Strikes he nobly for home and friends, Quickly oppression before him bends, 2 I Trusts and monopolies Tound him fall, See by his strength he has conquered all Oh! there will the farmer, etc. Chorus to last verse — Saved by his courage, Yes, saved by his might, Saved by uniting good sense with the right, Soon from injustice and wrong he'll be free There, yes, there will the farmer be. Funeral Hymn. Key, C. Air — ^' One Sweetly and Sol em n J'/i ought. ^ ' Oh, calmly rest in peace, And sweetly slumber on; How perfect is thy rest, With all thy labor done. Thine armor is laid down, Thy warfare now is o'er; The toils and cares of life For ihee shall be no more. For thee death hath no sting And grave no victory; 'T was but sweet messenger To set thy spirit free. We weep but for our loss, For on the other shore By faith we see the still Not dead, but gone before. Oh, may we think with care On this, our last abode; Oh. may we every one Prepare to meet our God. 22 Rallying Song. Air, John Brown's BodyJ^ 'Written for the Alliance T ribune. We're a band of willing workers, We are tillers of the soil, And welcome to our numbers All who win their bread by toil. All wrongful combinations By our efforts we would foil As we go marching on. Chorus — Glory, glory, hallelujah. Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Our cause is marching on The asserting power of mammon Now is felt through all the land; While the votaries of Shy lock Are united in a clan; And e'en presume to lord it Over nature's nobleman, But we go marching on. Let us wage a bloodless battle. And an honest course pursue; With our bullets only ballots We will put the matter through; Strike, while the iron's hot. With victory in view As we are marching on. A strong and valiant yeomanry Have entered on the race; The stains upon our country's page We fain would now erase. Though ridicule from Shylocks May be flaunted in our face We still are marching on. Those who've been our trusted leaders Must leave the beaten track. Tho' with tears or sighs they leave 12s, —23— Yet we would not call them back; Their numerous broken pledges They cannot now retract, For we are marching on. A country for the people. Not for a boasted few; Our Sainted fathers kept this Sacred principle in view. In our hearts is still implanted This maxim firm and true. So we are marching on. —M7's. Z. £. Hull. Let Us Work Key, F. Air — ''Toiling On.^' Let us work ! Let us work ! There is much we must do, That the many may prosper Instead of the few; So that he who produces Shall also enjoy The fruits of his labor, With naught to annoy. Cho. — Come along ! Come along ! Join our throng ! Join our throng ! Let us work and think. Let us hope and pray. And labor till the ^^'ork is done. Let us work : Let us work ! With our minds and our will, To restore peace on earth And our mission fulfill Be not idle but faithful, For wrong will not right. Kxcept we compel it — Then work with your might. Fory/ard; Key, G sharp. — Scatter Seeds of Kijidness . By Permission — F rom C/iUHijrLOn Orrjcimzer . There's a great reformation That is dawning on us now; It is moving all the nation With its grand con^'incing brow. Let us not forget, my brother. That there's others live to-day, And their rights vre shall remember, As we travel on the v/ay. Chorus — "Then scatter seeds of kindness Then scatter seeds of kindness; Then scatter seeds of kindness; For our reaping by and by." If you see a brother falter, And his he?trt grows faint with fear, Point him back to his remembrance, When Alliance v/as not near. When ail hope of reformation Had been trampled in the dust. And the best blood of the nation Gave the vrork up in disgust. Hope is lifted fi-om beneath us And is sitting on her throne: We have brushed the dust from off her, And shall place on her a crown. This crown shall be immortal, For it's made of charity; Placed in gold across the forehead, So the world m.ay look and see. Let us one and all remember That this world is for us all; That there's none that's independent; No! there is none that may not fall. Then I beg of you look forvard To the crovm tliat hope shall wear, And have charity for others. And of selfishness beware. —25— Pull For the Shores Farmern Key, G. Air — '^Full for the Shore ^ Sailor,^ Light in the darkness, farmer, day is at hand, See they are congregating all o'er the land; Drear was the voyage, farmer, now almost o'er, Safe in the Alliance, farmer, pull for the shore. Chorus — Pull for the shore, farmer, pull for the shore; Heed not the growling ^nes. but bend to the oar; Safe in Ahiance, farmer, ciing lo seh' no more, Leave the poor old crumbling wreck and pull for the shore. Trust in Ahiance, farmer, all else will fail: Longer the surges dash and fiercer the gale; Lleed not the outside world though loudly they roar; Watch the helm and keep her straight and pull for the shore. Bright gleams the morning, farmer, uplift your eye, Clouds and darkness disappearing, glory is nigh; Safe in Ahiance, farmers, sing ever more, Glory, glory, hallelujah, pull for the shore. — S, M, Scott, McPherson, Kansas, Closing Ode, Key, G. Air — ''Beulah Land.'^ B'j pennissioiL — From, Champion Organizer,. A\'e B'jw have done our evening's work, There's no one here vv'ho's thought to shirk Yes, done our work we think quite W^ell, If not, there's no one here to telL Chorus — AUiance braid, Alliance band, Shoulder to shoulder now we stand. Good night ! good night ! to one and all We'll come whene'er v/e hear the calk We bid you ail good night again. Let Truth and Justice be our plan; Equality we know is right. To one and ail, good niglit ! good night Cho. Oh Say, Can You See By tlie Signs of the Times? Key, B flat. Air — -'The Star Spangled Banner,''^ Oh, say I can you read by the signs of the times That the people once more to the rescue are commg? Once aroused they will hurl from our glorious land Proud Liberty's foes ■vvho so basely are scheming. Chorus — Hear the songs on the air as vre loudly declare We will yet save our homes and our councry so fair. Oh ! Freedom's bright banner still proudly shcJl wave, Nor shelter a tyrant nor sanction a slave . The tyrants we fight are opposed to the right; They work for the power to oppress and enslave us. But we're Liberty's sons, we can never be slaves, "The people, the people our trust" yet to save us. — Chorus. The truth still is mighty and soon shall prevail: The right and the might now together are woi Then we'll shout in great joy, and our forces enipioy_, Let no patriot now be from duty found shrinking. Chorus. Tli9 Hew Jubilee. Key, B flat. Wx—-' Marchiiig through Come, ye wc.;; jrs, We'll sing a new song, *Tis the glorious julnlee We've v.-ai so long, Sing, then, j:: ./^ ne .er sang, Unite:d, hrni and strong. While we are marching to victory. Chorus — Hurrah I Hurrah I another jubilee I Hurrah : Hurrah ! cic-hvcrance we see; North. ^ast, and West, To„ j: _ : a;^^ . ,.r. ^.ce. While v\-e are marching to victory. ]Many years vre've toiled and worked, And wondered why it was We were poor while others thrived, And now we've found the cause; In unity alcuc is strength, 'Tis one of Nature's laws; Now we are marching to victory. Now we think as well as work, I''^ -"r^' ^-^'^u, boys, it pays, Vv'e" our own business now, A : own ways. Let l;e forgot, A . J better days, Whi ; irrarchmg to victory. '•Nov;, boys, heap out of politics," T'" : - ' ' huiS say, '•For ci: hurt, or you '1 Imrt us — Don't ]nc._idA with it pray, Just work aAng. we'll tend tc ihat.'' 20 Oh, tell us in v/hat way, • While v/e are marching to victory. Now, politicians, don't turn pale, You needn't tremble so; But then there is a tiling or two Which you will have to know — Who works against our interests Will surely have to go, For we are marching to victory. Our Order. Key, D. K\x—'^Hold the Fort,'' We're a band of union brothers, Working for the right; Unity shall be our motto. For in that is might. Chorus — Brethren, let us work together For each other's good, Labor for our glorious Order, Noble Brotherhood. We will guard each other's welfare, Always speak the truth, Take the Bible as ojir way bill For old age and youth. In distress we'll try and comfort And protect the weak; Work for harmony and order — Education seek,. Unity in things essential, Charity in all. Is the practice we must follow, Prejudice must fall. All our laws are built on reason, Equity, and then Peace on earth is our intention And good will to men. —30— Jubilee Song — (Anthem.). Key, B flat. Air — ''Hark the Song.'' "Hark, the song of Jubilee! Loud as mighty thunders roar," Rich and poor aUke shall be On America's free shore. He who labors with his hands Shall receive a just reward. Unjust, ruinous demands. Now no longer shall be heard, For our past mistakes we see. We with prejudice are done, North and- South at last can see, That their interests are one. 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