The Hand that Holds the Bread.

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GEO. F. ROOT, by per.

1. Brothers of the plow,
The power is with you;
The world in expectation waits
For action prompt and true,
Oppression stalks abroad,
Monopolies abound;
Their giant hands already clutch
The tillers of the ground.

CHORUS.

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Awake, then awake! the great world must be fed,
And heaven gives the power
To the hand that holds the bread,
Yes, brothers of the plow,
The people must be fed,
And heaven gives the power
To the hand that holds the bread.

2. Brothers of the plow,
In calm and quiet might,
You've waited long and patiently
For what was yours by right;
A fair reward for toil,
A free and open field;
An honest share for wife and home
Of what your harvests yield.

CHORUS.

3. Brothers of the plow,
Come, rally once again,
Come, gather form the prairie wide,
The hillside and the plain;
Not as in days of yore,
With trump of battle's sound,
But come and make the world respect
The tillers of the ground.

CHORUS.