Shoemaker Strike Song Lynn Massachusetts 1860
Thursday, January 28th, 2010The Song of the Shoemakers’ Strike.
‘ Ye ” bosses ” of the shoemaker, have you not heard the news?
Your workmen, they have dropp’d their tools, refus’d to make your shoes !
The ” best of jours ” are in the State, combining, rise and say,
That they cannot afford to work for Fifty Cents a day
The women bid them ne’er despair, and in the strike take part
They aid the men—the journeymen—and dauntless is each heart
Like those who beat en warm and true, while thousands did admire,
As Lawrence on a fatal day, wept for that dreadful fire
Wept for the young and blooming ones who perish’d on that clay
When down did fall the Pemberton, and spread around dismay!
Oh, if in such a scene as that the women win applause,
Be sure, ye Journeymen of Lynn, they’ll not desert your cause !
Too long, too willingly you’ve toil’d from sunrise till its set
Then labor’d by the midnight lamp your livelihoods to get
Too oft you knew your children want for raiment, meat and bread
And it was hard, and very hard, all was not right, you said
You would not be like Russian serfs, or like Circassian slaves,
Your father came their rights to seek, across Atlantic’s waves
And shall their sons be trodden on, and have to harder toil
Than the poor Afric daily does, on C’arolina’s soil?
Oh, not they shout, they rise in might, their rights to all maintain
They ” strike” as men had ought to do, who’ve just cause to complain,
And Marblehead and Haverhill add fuel to the floe
That can’t be querch’ci till Industry has what its sons desire
Ye ” bosses ” of the ” best of jours ” who fatten on their wrongs,
why wonder that they gather strength, and still arise in throngs?
Why wonder that the women now will not be in the van,
But foremost in the dauntless ranks to aid themselves and man?
Is it not hard to keep them from the battle-field when those who bear the name of lovers rush to meet Columbia’s foes ?
And be assured ye ” Loses ” now, they’ll be the last to yield
They’ll stand up for their children’s rights, for which they’ve took the field—
And he cannot a Christian be, but far beneath a Turk,
who would to-day dare come to Lynn, and say he’d underwork.
Ye journeymen have feathers near, and best of pitch and tar,
And ” Give him Jessie ” when he comes whore dauntless workmen are!
You’ve mark’d your ” Scale of Prices,” now, ye journeymen so true,
ear on and pray to IIim above that:He’ll he kind to you
:1lid as for what’s your due you “Strike” upon ” Our Father” trust, And if the ” boss,” will u. t yield, remember soon they must—
And even now diet they express their feelings at this day They’d tell around that you’ve received naught but starvation’s pay ;
Thank God there are a dauntless few among the bosses yet,
Who dare maintain the wages that the journeymen should get.
Then men of Lynn and Have, hill, and men of Marblehead, All ye who in the Bay State toil to earn your daily bread,
Oh let your banners kiss the breeze, and nevermore be furl’d,
For Lynn has an example set, should be follow’d by the world !
Ac et Caen in Lowell, oh how ‘oft the Factory bail is rung,
And how for scanty pay must toil the lads and maidens young—
And how the rich their cottons buy at prices very low,
Because the poor get little pay wherever they may go.
If Southern masters will make slaves of Afrie’s sable band,
And sit we expect the whites to be on Massachusetts land?
And must the eons of those who fought in Freedom’s sacred esuse, IT lost’ arise, their rights maiutaiu, be bidden then to pause?
A..d oh, from Burton’s classic town must the policemen start
To quell Industry’s fearless bents, who share the people’s heart?
D let them ever have their right, and you will find that they Will the Old Bay State still defend, and all just laws obey….




