/rdered by the A/thorities of the State of &tah,;oember the 19th, 1918
High head and back unbending-fearless and true, Into the night unending, why was it you? Heart that was quick with song, torn with their lead; Life that was young and strong, shattered and dead. Singer of manly songs, laughter and tears; Singer of Labors wrongs, !oys, ho"es and fears. #hough you were one of us, what could we do?$oe, there were none of us needed like you. %e ga&e, howe&er small, what Life could gi&e;%e would ha&e gi&en all that you might li&e. 'our death you held as naught, slander and shame;%e from the &ery thought shrank as from flame. (ach of us held his breath, tense with des"air, 'ou, who were close to )eath, seemed not to care. %hite-handed loathsome "ower, knowing no "ause,Sinking in labors flower, murderous claws; *oastful, with leering eyes, blood-dri""ing !aws . . .+ccurst be the cowardice hidden in laws tah has drained your blood; white hands are wet; %e of the surging flood /(0(1 2314(# 3ur songster ha&e your laws now had their fill? 5now, ye, his songs and cause ye cannot kill? High head and back unbending--rebel true blue, Into the night unending; why was it you?1al"h 6ha"lin.
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*y $oe Hill %orkers of the world, awaken*reak your chains, demand your rights.+ll the wealth you make is taken*y e7"loiting "arasites.Shall you kneel in dee" submission2rom your cradles to your gra&es?Is the height of your ambition#o be good and willing sla&es?6H31S8+rise, ye "risoners of star&ation2ight for your own emanci"ation;+rise, ye sla&es of e&ery nation.In 3ne nion grand.