We leave our homes in the morning We kiss our children goodbye While we slave for the bosses Our children scream and cry And when we draw our money Our grocery bills to pay Not a cent to spend for clothing Not a cent to lay away And on that very evening Our little son will say I need some shoes mother And so does sister May How it grieves the heart of a mother You everyone must know But we can't buy for our children Our wages are too low It is for our little children That seem to us so dear But for us nor them dear workers The bosses do not care But understand all workers Our union they do fear Let's stand together And have a union hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
