"The International Marching Song of the Revolutionary Proletariat Source: The Weekly People, April 26th, 1924. Also Published: in May Day vs. Labor Day, Olive M. Johnson, Socialist Labor Party pamphlet, 1936; Daniel De Leon editorial “Damned Men of Toil,” Daily People, 1912. Transcribed: by Alan Barbour. Sheet Music: The International. Marching Song of the Revolutionary Proletariat; Source: Sheet Music Collection (University of Illinois at Chicago); Published: by Labor News Co., 45 Rose St., New York City (S.L.P.), 1911. 1. Stand up! Ye wretched ones who labor, Stand up! Ye galley-slaves of want. Man’s reason thunders from its crater, ‘Tis th’ eruption naught can daunt. Of the past let us cleanse the tables, Mass enslaved, fling back the call, Old Earth is changing her foundations, We have been nothing, now be all. (Chorus) ‘Tis the last call [Alt. “cause”[1]] to battle! Close the ranks, each in place, The staunch old International Shall be the Human race. (Repeat Chorus) [Evidently alternate first two lines of Chorus, “’Tis the class-strife’s triumphant, last and mighty tug-of-war!”[2]] 2. There are no saviors e’er will help us, Nor God, nor Caesar, nor Tribune, ’tis ours, O workers, must the blows be That shall win the common boon. From the thief to wring his stolen booty, From the its prison to free the soul. ’tis we ourselves must ply the bellows, ‘Tis we must beat the anvil’s roll. (Chorus) 3. The state is false, the law mockery, And exploitation bows us down; The rich man flaunts without a duty, And the poor man’s rights are none. Long enough have we in swaddling languished, Lo, Equality’s new law “Away with rights that know no duties, Away with duties shorn of rights.” (Chorus) 4. All hideous in their brutal lordship Stand king of mill and mine and rail. When have they e'er performed a service, Or at work done aught but quail? In the coffers of these robber barons, Blind the world’s great wealth is thrown, In summ'ning them to restitution, The people seeks but what’s its own. (Chorus) 5. Toilers from shop and field united, The Party we of all who work; The earth belongs to those who labor, Hence! the idler and the shirk! Say, how many on our flesh have feasted? But if all this vampire flight Should vanish from the sky some morning, The sun will still shine on us as bright! (Chorus) 1. Helen Keller to Eugene V. Debs, 1919. 2. Daniel De Leon editorial “Damned Men of Toil,” Daily People, 1912 https://www.marxists.org/history/ussr/sounds/lyrics/international.htm"

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