Labourers' Election Song

(Tune: "John Broicn's body lies a-mouldcring in the grave")

Ours are the Voices that for ages were unheard,
Ours are the Voices of a Future long deferred.
Cry all Together: we shall speak the final word,
Let the Cause go marching on.
Glory! glory! hallelujah!
Glory! glory! hallelujah!
Glory! glory! hallelujah!
Let the Cause go marching on.

Ours are the Votes that give us weapons we can

wield,
Ours are the Votes that make our proud opponents

yield.
Vole all Together, and our Charge shall clear the field,
And the Cause go marching on.
Glory! glory! hallelujah!
Glory! glory! hallelujah!
Glory! glory! hallelujah!
Let the Cause go marching on.

Ours are the Millions, though it may not be in gold,
Ours are the Millions who will right the wrongs of

old.
Move all Together as the Ocean-waves are rolled,
When the Storm goes marching on.

Glory
Glory
Glory

glory! hallelujah!
glory! hallelujah!
glory! hallelujah t

Let the Cause go marching on.