← Song Index

The Internationale

Printed page2
Digital page15
Spread8
Numberinginferred
Words:Eugene PottUr, France Music:Pierre DeGeyler, Belgium

Solidaridad Pa' Siempre

Llevaremos en la sangre la grandeza sindicdl

No tendr4 podér mas grande el laborismo Mundial.

Compaiiero, si eres debil con tu fuerza individual

Busca la uniddd gremiai.

Solidaridad pa’ siempre,

Solidaridad pa' siempre,

Solidaridad pa‘ siempre,

Con ta fuerza sindicdl.

Mas que'l oro atesorado es el poder sindicdl;

Es mas fuerte que una armada y mejor que un arsendl.

Crearemos nueva vida en el campo laboral

Con la fuerza sindical.

En toda nuestra Tierra luchan por su Libertdd;

Todos que trabajan quieren ya vivir en Paz.

Y por eso, Compajfieros, nos tenemos que juntér

Con solidaridéd.

Vamonos Compafieros por los derechos a pelear,

Con el Corazén en alto y con Fe en la Unidad;

Las olas del Mar la injusticia va a inundar

A + fies ye prisners of star- va - tion. a-nise | ye wretched of the

ic) Cc Amin Go DB? G

et shal] rise op pew fomn- de- tions, wehevebeen naught, we shallbe all.

det cod.

Tis the fo - al con- flict, leteach stand in thet place. The

In- er oa- don al Un - ion sind) be the been race. (Tis the place. The

Banks of Marble

Words & music Les Rice, Traditional, U.S.A.

made mar - ble with a guard al ev-ry

door. And the vaults are stuffed with silver

that the (far . mer) sweat - ed for.

I've traveled ‘round this country, from shore to shining shore.

And it really made me wonder, all the things I heard and saw.

I saw the poor dirt farmer plowing sod and loam

I heard the auction hammer a knocking down his home.

But the banks are made of marble, with a guard at every door

And the vaults were full of silver that the (farmer) sweated for.

I saw the sailors standing idly by the shore;

I heard the bosses saying, "Got no work for you no more.”

I saw the women working in the sweatshop and the store,

In the office and the factory, and at home they scrubbed the floor

I saw the worn-out miners scrubbing coal dust from their backs;

I heard their children crying,"Got no coal to heat these shacks.”

Isaw my mother working from dawn to setting sun;

I heard her saying softly, “Women's work is never done".

I saw the data keypunchers, their eyes and fingers tired,

I heard the bosses saying, "Hurry up or you'll be fired".

I've seen my fellow workers thoughout this mighty land:

We will fight to get together in the One Big Union grand.

Then we'll own those banks of marble and we'll open every door.

And we'll share those vaults of silver, that we all have sweated for.

Sheet music

Loading notation…

Scan reference

Scan page 15