11.
MIGHT WAS RIGHT
            (Tune: Auld Lang Syne)

Might was right when Christ was
  hanged
Beside the Jordan's foam;
Might was right when Gracchus bled,
Upon the stones of Rome;
And might was right when Danton fell,
When Emmet passed away--
"'Tis the logic of the Ancient World,
And the Gospel of today."

Might was right when Spartacus
Went down in seas of blood,
And when the Commune perished
In the selfsame crimson flood;
And might was right at Cripple Creek,
At Tampa, Homestead--yea!
"'Tis the logic of the Ancient World,
And the Gospel of today."

Might is right when children die
By thousands in the mills,
When, jeweled hands reach down and
  take
The gold their blood distills;
And might is right when maidens give
Their love-dreams up for pay.
"'Tis the logic of the Ancient World,
And the gospel of today."

Might was, it is, it e'er will be,
The one and only right;
And so, O host of toil awake!
O, workingmen, unite!
Unite! Unite! For might is right,
'Tis Freedom's only way--
"'Tis the logic of the Ancient World,
And the gospel of today."
 

COME, RALLY YOUTH

Come rally, youth of ev'ry nation,
Swing, axe, and cleave!
We're clearing ground for the new
  foundation,
Swing, axe, and cleave!

CHORUS:
Youth, be bold. Scrap the old.
Batter down the walls where truth
  is sold.
Youth, be true, Build the new,
Builders of the future world are you!

                         (cont.)

All hearts athrob with a stern 
  elation,
Thrust, spade and heave.
We're digging deep for the new
  foundation,
Thrust, spade and heave!

CHORUS:

Stone mates with iron in exultation,
Lift, sledge and swing.
We're building strong on the new
  foundation,
Lift, sledge, and swing!

CHORUS:

Great towers surge, as in conse-
  cration,
Pierce, rivets, cling.
We're soaring high from the new
  foundation,
Pierce, rivets, cling.
 

THE YOUTHFUL GUARDSMEN

We're marching toward the morning,
We're struggling comrades all.
Our aims are set on victory,
Our enemies must fall.
With ordered step, red flag unfurled,
We'll build a new and better world.
We are the youthful guardsmen of the
  proletariat.
We are the youthful guardsmen of the
  proletariat.

Young comrades, come and join us,
Our struggle will endure
Till every enemy is down
And victory is sure;
In struggle and in valiant fight,
We're marching to the workers' might.
We are the youthful guardsmen of the
  proletariat!
We are the youthful guardsmen of the
  proletariat!
 

SOCIALIST ROUND

(Tune: Row, row, row your boat)

So --- So ---  Socialism
That's the cause for me.
Fight, fight, fight, fight,
Till our victory.


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