Take a trip with me to 1913 Down to Michigan and the Copper Country I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball
I'll take you through a door and up a high stairs Singing and dancing is heard everywhere I'll let you shake hands with the people you see Watch the kids dancing round the big Christmas tree
You talk about work and you talk about pay They tell you they make less than a dollar a day Working their copper claims risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with their children and wives
A little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano so you have to be quiet To watch all the fuss you don't realize The copper boss's scabs they are waiting outside
And one of them scabs puts his head round the door And he yells and he screams and he roars there's a fire A woman she hollered there's no such a thing Keep on with your party there's no such a thing
But a few people move, there was only a few It's only them scabs and them thugs fooling you A man grabbed his daughter and he carried her down But the scabs held the door, they couldn't get out
Then more people followed a hundred or more Till almost everyone left the floor But the scabs they kept on with their murderous joke The children were smothering on the stairs by the door
Such a terrible sight I never did see They carried them back to the big Christmas tree Them scabs they still laughed at their murderous spree The children that died numbered seventy-three
The piano plays a slow funeral tune And the town is lit up by a cold Christmas moon The women they cry, the men they mourn See what your greed for the money has done Yes the women they cry, the men they mourn See what your greed for the money has doneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
