No. 29. Labor's Ninety and Nine.
Better sung as a Solo.
1. There are ninety and nine that live and die,
In want and hunger and cold,
That one may revel in luxury,
And be wrapped in its silken fold;
The ninety and nine in their hovels bare,
The one in his palace with riches rare,
The one in his palace with riches rare.
2. They toil in the fields, the ninety and nine,
For the fruits of our mother earth;
They dig and delve in the dusky mine,
And bring its rich treasures forth;
But the wealth released by their sturdy blows,
To the hands of the one forever flows,
To the hands of the one forever flows.
3. By the sweat of their brows the desert blooms,
And the forest before them falls;
Their labor has builded humble homes,
And cities with lofty halls;
But the one owns cities and homes and lands.
While the ninety and nine have empty hands,
While the ninety and nine have empty hands.
4. The night so dreary, so dark, so long,
At last shall the morning bring;
And over the land the Victor's song
Of the ninety and nine shall ring,
And echo afar, from zone to zone,
Rejoice, for labor shall have its own,
Rejoice, for labor shall have its own.