Chants for Socialists

Hear A Word, A Word In Season, For The Day Is Drawing Nigh, When The Cause Shall Call Upon Us, Some To Live, And Some To Die! He That Dies Shall Not Die Lonely, Many An One Hath Gone Before; He That Lives Shall Bear No Burden Heavier Than The Life They Bore. Nothing Ancient Is Their Story, E'en But Yesterday They Bled, Youngest They Of Earth's Beloved, Last Of All The Valiant Dead.