  There is war throughout the country! Don't you hear it rage and roar From the West Virginia mountains to the California shore, Far across the plains of Kansas and of Oklahoma, too? 'Tis the people that are marching! They've a purpose that is just; They have left the reservation and are smashing at the Trust. It has been a time of patience; for the folks were slow to wrath, And they thought to go it easy down the Standard's stony path! But the loads were heaped too heavy, and the patient oxen broke From the proddings of the drivers and they splintered up the yoke; And however much the masters shout their curses through the dust, They have quit the reservation and are out to smash the trust! Yet it was no sudden movement that expanded in a night: It for months and years was coming with tornadoes full of might: And the fuse was in the powder and the sure result was seen When Tom Lawson stuck a fagot in the mighty magazine! So they quit the reservation and went out to smash the trust! Tommy Lawson! Tommy Lawson! What a naughty boy you are, Stirring up the people this way till they rise and shout for war! Don't you wish you hadn't done it? You are like to break the rule Of the "System" and the Standard and disrupt the Sunday School! For the people are so earnest, in the ire of their disgust They have left the reservation and are out to smash the trust! |
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