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Mother Jones the miners’ angel must be treated with respect 

She’s an old-fashioned lady and you never would suspect 

That this gown and this bonnet would fill the rich man full of dread 

“She’s the most dangerous woman in America!”, thеy said   

VERSE 1

Mother Jones is dead and gone she could no longer stay 

No one knew how old she was but she was often heard to say 

How she was born in 1830 in the sweet County Cork 

But she crossed the foaming billows till she landed in New York  

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VERSE 2

I see her marching down the street with her umbrеlla in her hand I

 can hear her still at Ludlow where the miners made a stand 

And she says: “John D. will you kindly tell to me 

How could you let your troopers lay them thirteen children down?”  

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VERSE 3

In the horrors of West Virginia and in Colorado too 

Mother Jones and her miners they never could subdue 

And the men they fought and died in their tents and shanty towns 

And the women stood like a wall of steel that nothing could batter down 

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VERSE 4

“And it’s now for the evils of child labour”, says she 

And the march of the mill children took place in nineteen three 

From Philadelphia to New York and she says: “I’m going to show 

Wall Street the flesh and blood they squeeze to make their dough”  

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VERSE 5

When she died in 1930 O the sadness was profound 

And they laid her to rest in a Union burial ground 

And she lies in Mount Olive where the midnight wind it moans 

“Stand up for the Union!”, cries the spirit of Mother Jones  

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VERSE 6

The rich man and his police and his pulpit and his press 

Got away with murder then they’d get away with it yet 

But we’ll form a mighty union and we won’t be overthrown 

And we never will forget the spirit of Mother Jones

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