I Was Born In Revolution.

I Went West And Took Part In The Strike Of The Machinists - The Southern Pacific Railroad, The Corporation That Swung California By Its Golden Tail, That Controlled Its Legislature, Its Farmers, Its Preachers, Its Workers.

I'm Not Afraid Of The Press Or The Militia.

Little Girls And Boys, Barefooted, Walked Up And Down Between The Endless Rows Of Spindles, Reaching Thin Little Hands Into The Machinery To Repair Snapped Threads

Not All The Coal That Is Dug Warms The World.

My Friends, It Is Solidarity Of Labor We Want. We Do Not Want To Find Fault With Each Other, But To Solidify Our Forces And Say To Each Other: We Must Be Together; Our Masters Are Joined Together And We Must Do The Same Thing.