John E. Nordquist
|They've shot Joe Hill, his life has fled,|
They've filled his manly heart with lead;
But his brave spirit hovers near
And bids each fellow worker cheer.
On high the blood red banners wavy!
The flag for which his life he gave;
The master class shall rue the day
They took Joe Hillstrom's life away.
2. Now, fellow workers, shed no tear,
|3. No more Joe Hill shall pen the songs|
That pictured all the workers' wrongs;
His mighty pen shall rust away,
But all his songs are here to stay.
4. Now Salt Lake City's Mormon throngs
5. March on, march on, you mighty host,