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There is power in a factory, power in the land,
Power in the hands of the worker.
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand,
There is power in a Union.

Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers’ blood,
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for,
From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud,
War has always been the bosses’ way, sir.

The Union forever, defending our rights,
Down with the scabbing, all workers unite,
With our brothers and our sisters from many far-off lands,
There is power in a Union.

Now I long for the morning that they realise,
Brutality and unjust laws cannot defeat us.
But who'll defend the workers who cannot organise,
When the bosses send their lackeys out to cheat us?

Money speaks for money, the Devil for his own,
Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone?
What a comfort for the widow, a light to the child,
There is power in a Union.

The Union forever, defending our rights
Down with the scabbing, all workers unite,
With our brothers and our sisters together we will stand,
There is power in a Union.