ChantsforSocialistsTheDayisComingTheVoiceofToilNoMasterAllfortheCauseTheMarchoftheWorkersDownAmongtheDeadMenADeathSongMayDay[1892]
MayDay，1894
TheMessageoftheMarchWindTHEDAYISCOMING
Comehither，lads，andhearken，foratalethereistotell，Ofthewonderfuldaysa—coming，whenallshallbebetterthanwell.
Andthetaleshallbetoldofacountry，alandinthemidstofthesea，AndfolkshallcallitEnglandinthedaysthataregoingtobe.
TheremorethanoneinathousandinthedaysthatareyettocomeShallhavesomehopeofthemorrow，somejoyoftheancienthome.
Forthen——laughnot，butlistentothisstrangetaleofmine—
AllfolkthatareinEnglandshallbebetterlodgedthanswine.
Thenamanshallworkandbethinkhim，andrejoiceinthedeedsofhishand，Noryetcomehomeintheeventoofaintandwearytostand.
Meninthattimea—comingshallworkandhavenofearForto—morrow\'slackofearningandthehunger—wolfanear.
Itellyouthisforawonder，thatnomanthenshallbegladOfhisfellow\'sfallandmishaptosnatchattheworkhehad.
Forthatwhichtheworkerwinnethshallthenbehisindeed，Norshallhalfbereapedfornothingbyhimthatsowednoseed.
Ostrangenewwonderfuljustice！Butforwhomshallwegatherthegain？
Forourselvesandforeachofourfellows，andnohandshalllabourinvain.
ThenallMineandallThineshallbeOurs，andnomoreshallanymancraveForrichesthatservefornothingbuttofetterafriendforaslave.
AndwhatwealththenshallbeleftuswhennoneshallgathergoldTobuyhisfriendinthemarket，andpinchandpinethesold？
Nay，whatsavethelovelycity，andthelittlehouseonthehill，Andthewastesandthewoodlandbeauty，andthehappyfieldswetill;
Andthehomesofancientstories，thetombsofthemightydead;
Andthewisemenseekingoutmarvels，andthepoet\'steeminghead;
Andthepainter\'shandofwonder;andthemarvellousfiddle—bow，Andthebandedchoirsofmusic：allthosethatdoandknow.
Foralltheseshallbeoursandallmen\'s，norshallanylackashareOfthetoilandthegainoflivinginthedayswhentheworldgrowsfair.
Ah！sucharethedaysthatshallbe！Butwhatarethedeedsofto—day，Inthedaysoftheyearswedwellin，thatwearourlivesaway？
Why，then，andforwhatarewewaiting？Therearethreewordstospeak：
WEWILLIT，andwhatisthefoemanbutthedream—strongwakenedandweak？
Owhyandforwhatarewewaiting？Whileourbrothersdroopanddie，Andoneverywindoftheheavensawastedlifegoesby.
Howlongshalltheyreproachuswherecrowdoncrowdtheydwell，Poorghostsofthewickedcity，thegold—crushedhungryhell？
Throughsqualidlifetheylaboured，insordidgrieftheydied，Thosesonsofamightymother，thosepropsofEngland\'spride.
Theyaregone;thereisnonecanundoit，norsaveoursoulsfromthecurse;
Butmanyamillioncometh，andshalltheybebetterorworse？
Itiswemustanswerandhasten，andopenwidethedoorFortherichman\'shurryingterror，andtheslow—foothopeofthepoor.
Yea，thevoicelesswrathofthewretched，andtheirunlearneddiscontent，Wemustgiveitvoiceandwisdomtillthewaiting—tidebespent.
Come，then，sinceallthingscallus，thelivingandthedead，Ando\'erthewelteringtangleaglimmeringlightisshed.
Come，then，letuscastofffooling，andputbyeaseandrest，FortheCAUSEaloneisworthytillthegooddaysbringthebest.
Come，joinintheonlybattlewhereinnomancanfail，Wherewhosofadethanddieth，yethisdeedshallstillprevail.
Ah！come，castoffallfooling，forthis，atleast，weknow：
ThattheDawnandtheDayiscoming，andforththeBannersgo.
THEVOICEOFTOIL
Iheardmensaying，Leavehopeandpraying，Alldaysshallbeasallhavebeen;
To—dayandto—morrowbringfearandsorrow，Thenever—endingtoilbetween.
WhenEarthwasyoungermidtoilandhunger，Inhopewestrove，andourhandswerestrong;
Thengreatmenledus，withwordstheyfedus，Andbadeusrighttheearthlywrong.
Goreadinstorytheirdeedsandglory，Theirnamesamidstthenamelessdead;
Turnthenfromlyingtousslow—dyingInthatgoodworldtowhichtheyled;
Wherefastandfasterourironmaster，Thethingwemade，foreverdrives，BidsusgrindtreasureandfashionpleasureForotherhopesandotherlives.
Wherehomeisahovelanddullwegrovel，Forgettingthattheworldisfair;
Wherenobabewecherish，lestitsverysoulperish;
Whereourmirthiscrime，ourloveasnare.
Whonowshallleadus，whatgodshallheedusAswelieinthehellourhandshavewon？
Forusarenorulersbutfoolsandbefoolers，Thegreatarefallen，thewisemengone.
Iheardmensaying，Leavetearsandpraying，Thesharpknifeheedethnotthesheep;
Arewenotstrongerthantherichandthewronger，Whendaybreaksoverdreamsandsleep？
Come，shouldertoshouldereretheworldgrowsolder！
Helpliesinnoughtbuttheeandme;
Hopeisbeforeus，thelongyearsthatboreusBoreleadersmorethanmenmaybe.
Letdeadheartstarryandtradeandmarry，Andtremblingnursetheirdreamsofmirth，WhilewethelivingourlivesaregivingTobringthebrightnewworldtobirth.
Come，shouldertoshoulderereearthgrowsolderTheCausespreadsoverlandandsea;
Nowtheworldshaketh，andfearawakethAndjoyatlastfortheeandme.
NOMASTER
Saithmantoman，We\'veheardandknownThatwenomasterneedToliveuponthisearth，ourown，Infairandmanlydeed.
ThegriefofslaveslongpassedawayForushathforgedthechain，Tillnoweachworker\'spatientdayBuildsuptheHouseofPain.
Andwe，shallwetoo，crouchandquail，Ashamed，afraidofstrife，AndlestourlivesuntimelyfailEmbracetheDeathinLife？
Nay，cryaloud，andhavenofear，Wefewagainsttheworld;
Awake，arise！thehopewebearAgainstthecurseishurled.
Itgrowsandgrows——arewethesame，Thefeebleband，thefew？
Orwhatarethesewitheyesaflame，Andhandstodealanddo？
Thisisthehostthatbearstheword，NoMASTERHIGHORLOW
Alightningflame，ashearingsword，Astormtooverthrow.
