The March of the Minions.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 66, 14 June 1912, Page 1

The March of the Minions.

By BILLY BANJO. Tune: "Tiio Vacant Chair." What is Life? when, lo! the minion* - Cribbed beneath a cross of woe: Wlmn in Idler's Inunble home-cot Breathes the germ of Pain's keen, throe. Souls that yet miyht reach tho Lovo joys. Fadeless 'neaili Hope's rising morn;; Happy souls whose, hi treasures 'j .Would the passing days adorn. Chorus: 'Tis t'he Tragedy of Toilers, Lot r.s end the travail drear; 'Tis the LVstiny before lis Fills tho forcing hearts with cheer.. Red tlie fields of blood behiiul us, Hopes betrayed in clotted steel; Yet is oniT, the. vision clearer And tbe stinging blade we feel. Onward, ever onward, comrades Vv 7 e must free Earth's every slave; 'Tis the Toilers' trusted mission ■'Neath the scarlet banner's wave, 'Tis no mystic soup; or legend— Human lives make words in vain; Children, father?, mothers bear it Deep engraved on brow and brain.' Human rights for Man and Woman, Children's rights and children's needs — 'Tis no legend, 'tis no story; Perish chanted, blinding creeds I This is Life, and we the minions, Ci'ibl)od beneath a cross of woe. - We are coming with our mission. Wo will stein Life's tragic flow. We, the workers, seek tho treasure? We create on land and sea; Ours tho toil while others reaping Leave us Death and Misery.