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  • by Woody Guthrie
  • Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
  • To Calumet, Michigan in the copper country
  • I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
  • And the miners are having their big Christmas ball
  • I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs
  • Singing and dancing is heard ev'rywhere
  • I'll let you shake hands with the people you see
  • And watch the kids dance 'round the big Christmas tree.
  • There's talking and laughing and songs in the air
  • And the spirit of Christmas is there ev'rywhere
  • Before you know it you're friends with us all
  • And you're dancing around and around in the hall
  • You ask about work and you ask about pay
  • They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day
  • Working their copper claims, risking their lives
  • So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.
  • A little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
  • To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet
  • To hear all this fun; you would not realize
  • That the copper boss thug men are milling outside
  • The copper boss thugs stuck their heads in the door
  • One of them yelled and he screamed, "There's a fire"
  • A lady she hollered, "There's no such a thing;
  • Keep on with your party, there's no such a thing."
  • A few people rushed and there's only a few
  • "It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you."
  • A man grabbed his daughter and he carried her down
  • But the thugs held the door and he could not get out.
  • And then others followed, about a hundred or more
  • But most everybody remained on the floor
  • The gun thugs, they laughed at their murderous joke
  • And the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.
  • Such a terrible sight I never did see
  • We carried our children back up to their tree
  • The scabs outside still laughed at their spree
  • And the children that died there was seventy-three
  • The piano played a slow funeral tune,
  • And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon
  • The parents, they cried and the men, they moaned,
  • "See what your greed for money has done?"

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