26.
PARTISAN'S SONG

Zog nit keynmol az du gayst dem
  letzten veg,
Ven himlen blayene farshteln bloye
  teg;
Vayl kumen vet noch undzer
  oysgebenkte shuh,
Es vet a poyk tun undzer trot - mir
  zaynen do!

Fun grinem palmenland biz land fun
  vaysen shney,
Mir kumen un mit undzer payn, mit
  undzer vey;
Un voo gefalen iz a shpritz fun
  undzer blut,
Shpritzen vet dort undzer gvure,
  undzer mut.

Es vet di morgenzun bagilden undz
  dem haynt,
Un der nechten vet farshvinden mitn
  faynt;
Nor oyb farzamen vet di zun in dem
  ka-yor,
Vi a parol zol geyn dos leed fun
  door tzu door.

Geshriben iz dos leed mit blut
  und nit mit bly,
S'iz nit keyn leedl fun a foygel
  oyf der fry;
Dos hut a folk tzvishen falendi-ke
  vent,
Dos leed gezungen mit naganes in di
  hent.

Zog nit keyn mol az du gayst dem
 letzten veg,
Ven himlen blayene farshteln bloye
  teg;
Kumen vet noch undzer oysgebenkte
  shuh,
Es vet a poyk tun undzer trot -- mir
  zaynen do!
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Never say that there is only death
  for you,
Though leaden skies may be concealing
days of blue,
Because the hour we have hungered for
  near;
Beneath our tread the earth shall
  tremble -- we are here!

                          (cont.)

From land of palm tree to the far-off
  land of snow,
We shall be coming with our torment
  and our woe;
And everywhere our blood has sunk into
  the earth,
Shall our bravery, our vigor blossom
  forth. 

We'll have the morning sun to set
  our day aglow,
And all our yesterdays shall vanish
  with the foe;
And if the time is long before the
  sun appears,
Then let this song go like a signal
  through the years.

This song was written with blood and
  not with lead;
It's not a song that summer birds sing
  overhead;
It was a people among toppling
  barricades,
That sang this song of ours with
  pistols and grenades.

Never say that there is only death
  for you,
Though leaden skies may be concealing
  days of blue,
Because the hour we have hungered for
  is near;
Beneath our tread the earth shall
  tremble, -- we are here!
 

BANKER AND BOSS

Banker and boss hate the workers who
  stand
Shoulder to shoulder in every land.
Though in the conflict our martyrs
  may fall,
Labor united will conquer all.

CHORUS:
Then hear the thunder of
The toiling masses,
All creeds and colors, brain and
  brawn;
United under
The Socialist banner,
Go marching forward to the dawn!
(Repeat chorus)
 


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