John E. Nordquist
|Parasites in this fair country,|
Lice from honest labor's sweat;
There are some who never labor,
Yet labor's product get;
They never starve or freeze,
Nor face the wintry breeze;
They are well fed, clothed and sheltered,
And they do whate'er they please.
|2. These parasites are living,|
In luxury and state;
While millions starve and shiver,
And moan their wretched fate;
They know not why they die,
Nor do they ever try
Their lot in life to better;
They only mourn and sigh.
|3. These parasites would vanish|
And leave this grand old world,
If the workers fought together,
And the scarlet flag unfurled;
When in One Union grand,
The working class shall stand,
The parasites will vanish.
And the workers rule the land.