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| Take a trip with me in | nineteen | thirteen |
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| To | Calumet, Michigan, in the | copper countr | y. |
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| I'll take you to a place called It | alian | Hall |
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| Where the | miners are h | aving their big Christmas | ball. |
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| I'll take you through a door, and | up a high | stairs. |
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| Sin | ging and dancing is | heard every | where, |
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| I will let you shake hands with the | people you | see |
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| And | watch the kids d | ance round that big Christmas | tree. |
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| You ask about work and you | ask about | pay; |
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| The | y'll tell you that they make less than a | dollar a d | ay, |
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| Working the copper claims, ris | king their | lives, |
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| So it's | fun to spend | Christmas with children and w | ives. |
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| There's talking and laughing | and songs | in the air, |
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| And | the spirit of Christmas is | there every | where, |
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| Before you know it, you're | friends with us | all |
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| And you're | dancing | around and around in the | hall. |
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| Well, a little girl sits down by the | Christmas tree | lights |
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| To | play the piano, so you | gotta keep | quiet. |
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| To hear all this fun you would | not real | ize |
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| That the | copper-boss thu | g-men are milling outs | ide. |
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| The copper-boss thugs stuck their | heads in the | door |
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| One | of them yelled and he screamed, " | There's a f | ire!" |
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| A lady, she hollered, "There's | no such a | thing! |
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| Keep on | with your | party, there's no such a th | ing." |
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| A few people rushed, and it was | only a | few |
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| "It | 's only the thugs and the scabs | fooling y | ou." |
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| A man grabbed his daughter and ca | rried her | down |
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| But the | thugs held the | door and they could not get | out. |
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| And then others followed, a | hundred or | more |
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| But | most everybody | remained on the fl | oor. |
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| The gun-thugs they laughed at their | murderous | joke, |
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| While the | children were | smothered on the stair by the | door. |
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| Such a terrible sight I | never did | see |
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| We | carried our children back | up to their | tree. |
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| The scabs outside still | laughed at their | spree |
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| And the | children that | died there were seventy- | three. |
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| The piano played a | slow funeral | tune |
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| And | the town was lit up by a | cold Christmas | moon, |
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| The parents they cried and the | miners they | moaned, |
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| "See | what your | greed for money has | done." |
| -Tabbed by Ryon Castro |
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