| Lyrics: | THE LONG STRIKE
Come all ye jolly colliers, wherever you may be
I pray you will
attention give and listen unto me,
I have a doleful tale, and to relate it I will
strive,
About the great suspension in eighteen seventy-five.
In eighteen hundred and
seventy-five, our masters did conspire
To keep men, women, and children without either food or
fire.
They tho't to starve us to submit with hunger and with cold,
But the miners did not
fear them, but stood out brave and bold.
Now two long months are nearly o'er, that no one
can deny,
And for to stand another month we are willing for to try,
Our wages shall not be
reduced, tho' poverty do reign,
We'll have seventy-four basis, boys, before we'll work
again.
And when we get the basis boys, we'll work again with joy.
We'll never mind
those blacklegs named peddlers or decoys,
May the world all frown upon them for such traitors
they have been!
And may each miner think of whene'er we do begin.
So come all you
jolly colliers, that appreciate good times,
And never mind them blacklegs I have mentioned in
my rhymes.
They are a disgrace unto their race wherever they may be
Traitors to their
fellow miners, likewise society.
From Songs and Ballads of the Anthracite Miners,
Korson
Note: See note on WBASONG
No tune provided; sings well to Jam on Gerry's
Rock
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