We Have Fed You All For A Thousand Years
We have fed you all for a thousand years, and you hail us still unfed
Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth but marks the workers' dead
We have yielded our best to give you rest, and you lie on your crimson wool
Well, if blood be the price of all your wealth, good God, we have paid in full
There is never a mine blown skyward now, but we're buried alive for you
There is never a wreck drifts shorеward now, but we are its ghastly crew
Go rеckon our dead by the forges red or the factories where we spin
Well, if blood be the price of your cursed wealth, good God, we have paid it in
We have fed you all for a thousand years—for that was our doom, you know
From the days when you chained us in your fields to the strike of a week ago
You have taken our lives, our husbands and our wives, and we're told it's your legal share
Well, if blood be the price of your lawful wealth, good God, we have bought it fair!
Good God, we have bought it fair!