. Song of the cotton hoer, a poem. Why should we toil All day our soil,For pay so very little, While others chari^e A price so lar^e,We labor hard; they whittle. What is our life. But one of strife?No time for recreation, While those that toil Not in the soil,Have sweets intoxication. Hot beds of ease Spring up to pleaseTheir bloated taste and notion, And we must make, Just for the sakeOf keeping wheels in motion. Whose house is trails the vine?Whose clothes are worth the wearing?Who live at ease,Save from spend their thousands airing? ^iimiimiimmiiDi. I i § Speak out, y
. Song of the cotton hoer, a poem. Why should we toil All day our soil,For pay so very little, While others chari^e A price so lar^e,We labor hard; they whittle. What is our life. But one of strife?No time for recreation, While those that toil Not in the soil,Have sweets intoxication. Hot beds of ease Spring up to pleaseTheir bloated taste and notion, And we must make, Just for the sakeOf keeping wheels in motion. Whose house is trails the vine?Whose clothes are worth the wearing?Who live at ease,Save from spend their thousands airing? ^iimiimiimmiiDi. I i § Speak out, you blind, Let loose your mind,Long time youve been forbeariucj. By truths that show Whereer we goLet us begin comparing. Let us be wise And ope our eyes,Demand just weights and measures. And prices too For what we do,In these consist our treasures. The millions eat Our bread and meat,And billions wear our making; We spread the sail. For ships we lands where bones are aching. The wheels that turn By fires that burnAre kept by us a going; Coal mines and gold Their wealth unfold,While we reap not our sowing. a 5 I i OTHMnioirnioiiinxnismixoi^ SONG OF THE COTTON HOEE. 28 We get the tares And worldly back seats for our trouble ; Kid gloves aud gents Must have their rents,If hard times on us double. Theyve kept us down, With price and frown,To fight their daily battle, And we should show Them that we knowWere something more than cattle. But No, says one, We are undoneAnd whats the use of striving Gainst moneyed men Whose tongue and penWould show that
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