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Upstate versus downstate
City versus county
Rural versus urban
Red versus the blue
He said National Service will keep the Union together
He
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She went
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She went
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid
She went
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She went
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She went
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She went
out the police, the National Guard,
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card.
They'll raid your meetin', they'll hit you on the head,
out the police, the National Guard,
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card.
They'll raid your meetin', they'll hit you on the head,
out the police, the National Guard,
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card.
They'll raid your meetin', they'll hit you on the head,
Now there once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of the goons and the ginks and the company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She went
to the hardest time
The boss will try to bust your picket line
He'll call out the police, the National Guard
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card
ought to be a law against working that way
Tell 'em you're taking off this Friday
For the National Working Woman's Holiday
Honey I can tell you're
Union Jack and Union Jill
Back up and down the same old hill
Sell the flag to the youths
But who swallows the bill
Murdoch she wrote
Him have
cloth like some
offering in our way, obscure and open if we dig
down in it soft, dirty, south all under the world,
is gone off in the national
to call the President,
Tell him to call off his National Guard,
But the National Guard belonged to the Governor,
So he didn't try so very hard.
Our
meeting, huh?
The issue on the table, Secretary Hamilton's plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank
Secretary Jefferson, you have
Tell him to call off his National Guard
But the National Guard belong to the governor
So he didn't try so very hard
Our women from Trinidad they
Noyé des larmes de mère
Une génération entière
La folie du national
Reste à jamais poussière
L'union sacrée fatale
Sur la chaire des roturières
Parte
is lost
Not with standing chance
It's lost
Is it in?
Or is it out?
Help me find it when I shout
Afraid of prompted unions
Organizing assemblies
National Geographic puts the world In a frame of gold,
you know the real one is far too cold, and the city has lost its shine,
union wages on the line.
My bitches international
I just might pull up in a grand national
Sippin on mud I got bad habit
Used to sell hard to the crack addicts
Bad bitches
Union soviétique, modèle idéal
La Corée du Nord, bon système social
Tickets d' rationnement, dénonce ton voisin
Culte du chef, c'est notre
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