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Come hither lads and hearken	A
for a tale there is to tell	B
Of the wonderful days a coming when all	C
shall be better than well	B
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And the tale shall be told of a country	D
a land in the midst of the sea	D
And folk shall call it England	E
in the days that are going to be	D
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There more than one in a thousand	E
in the days that are yet to come	F
Shall have some hope of the morrow	G
some joy of the ancient home	H
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For then laugh not but listen	A
to this strange tale of mine	A
All folk that are in England	E
shall be better lodged than swine	A
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Then a man shall work and bethink him	I
and rejoice in the deeds of his hand	J
Nor yet come home in the even	A
too faint and weary to stand	J
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Men in that time a coming	K
shall work and have no fear	L
For to morrow s lack of earning	K
and the hunger wolf anear	L
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I tell you this for a wonder	L
that no man then shall be glad	M
Of his fellow s fall and mishap	N
to snatch at the work he had	M
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For that which the worker winneth	O
shall then be his indeed	P
Nor shall half be reaped for nothing	K
by him that sowed no seed	P
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O strange new wonderful justice	Q
But for whom shall we gather the gain	A
For ourselves and for each of our fellows	R
and no hand shall labour in vain	A
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Then all Mine and all Thine shall be Ours	S
and no more shall any man crave	T
For riches that serve for nothing	K
but to fetter a friend for a slave	T
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And what wealth then shall be left us	Q
when none shall gather gold	U
To buy his friend in the market	V
and pinch and pine the sold	U
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Nay what save the lovely city	D
and the little house on the hill	W
And the wastes and the woodland beauty	D
and the happy fields we till	W
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And the homes of ancient stories	X
the tombs of the mighty dead	Y
And the wise men seeking out marvels	Z
and the poet s teeming head	Y
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And the painter s hand of wonder	L
and the marvellous fiddle bow	A2
And the banded choirs of music	B2
all those that do and know	G
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For all these shall be ours and all men s	C2
nor shall any lack a share	L
Of the toil and the gain of living	K
in the days when the world grows fair	L
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Ah such are the days that shall be	D
But what are the deeds of to day	D2
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In the days of the years we dwell in	A
that wear our lives away	D2
Why then and for what are we waiting	K
There are three words to speak	E2
WE WILL IT and what is the foeman	A
but the dream strong wakened and weak	E2
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O why and for what are we waiting	K
while our brothers droop and die	F2
And on every wind of the heavens	G2
a wasted life goes by	F2
	-
How long shall they reproach us	Q
where crowd on crowd they dwell	B
Poor ghosts of the wicked city	D
the gold crushed hungry hell	B
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Through squalid life they laboured	D
in sordid grief they died	D
Those sons of a mighty mother	L
those props of England s pride	D
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They are gone there is none can undo it	D
nor save our souls from the curse	H2
But many a million cometh	O
and shall they be better or worse	H2
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It is we must answer and hasten	A
and open wide the door	L
For the rich man s hurrying terror	L
and the slow foot hope of the poor	L
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Yea the voiceless wrath of the wretched	D
and their unlearned discontent	D
We must give it voice and wisdom	F
till the waiting tide be spent	D
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Come then since all things call us	Q
the living and the dead	D
And o er the weltering tangle	I2
a glimmering light is shed	D
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Come then let us cast off fooling	K
and put by ease and rest	D
For the Cause alone is worthy	D
till the good days bring the best	D
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Come join in the only battle	I2
wherein no man can fail	J2
Where whoso fadeth and dieth	D
yet his deed shall still prevail	J2
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Ah come cast off all fooling	K
for this at least we know	A
That the Dawn and the Day is coming	K
and forth the Banners go	A

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