We're coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand moreWe leave our homes and firesides with bleeding hearts and soreSince poverty has been our crime, we bow to thy decree;We are the poor and have no wealth to purchase liberty.
Howard Zinn
We're coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand moreWe leave our homes and firesides with bleeding hearts and soreSince poverty has been our crime, we bow to thy decree;We are the poor and have no wealth to purchase liberty.