’Tis the province of thee,
Being sons of the Free,
To combat with tyrants, ’tis Freedom’s decree:
From the forge, from the mines, from the anvil we call
Working-men, sons of toil! ’tis thy right
To combat with those who would labor enthrall,
And be foremost of all in the fight;
From workshops and fields,
Come, Labor, reveal
Honest faces which oil, smoke, and dust can’t conceal,