The Mill Mother's Lament (Ella May Wiggins) We leave our homes in the morning, We kiss our children good-bye, While we slave for the bosses, Our children scream and cry. And when we draw our money, Our grocery bills to pay, Not a cent to spend for clothing, Not a cent to lay away. And on that very evening Our little son will say: "I need some shoes, Mother, And so does Sister May." How it grieves the heart of a mother, You everyone must know. But we can't buy for our children, Our wages are too low. It is for our little children, That seems to us so dear, But for us nor them, dear workers, The bosses do not care. But understand, all workers, Our union they do fear. Let's stand together, workers, And have a union here. RB OCT98
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