This Battle
A poem by: Emma Rosenthal
This battle implores,
We understand the complexion of wealth,
The essence of water,
The sanctity of land,
The wall between neighbors.
This battle requires,
A fight with open hands,
And broken hearts,
I am not afraid to show you my wounds,
Nor tend to yours,
Nor am I afraid of connection,
Or honest deliberation.
This battle commands,
Diligent study,
Patient instruction,
Honors life through righteous living,
Requires that I do not avert my eyes,
That I insist you look at mine.
Union Maid
By: Woody Guthrie and Millard Lampell.
There once was a Union Maid,
She never was afraid,
Of goons and ginks and company finks,
And the deputy sheriff’s who made the raid,
She went to the Union Hall, when a meeting it was called,
And when the legion boys came around,
She always stood her ground.
(CHORUS:)
Oh, you can’t scare me; I’m sticking to the Union,
I’m sticking to the Union; I’m sticking to the Union.
Oh, you can’t scare me; I’m sticking to the Union,
I’m sticking to the Union ‘til the day I die.
This Union Maid was wise,
To the tricks of company spies,
She couldn’t be fooled by a company stool,
She’d always organize the guys.
She always got her way,
When she struck for better pay.
She’d show her Union Card to the National Guard, and this is what she’d say.
(CHORUS:)
You gals who want to be free,
Just take a tip from me,
Get you a man, who’s a Union man,
And join the ladies auxiliary.
Married life ain’t hard,
When you got a Union card,
A Union man has a happy life,
When he’s got a Union wife.