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| THE TIME shall come when wrong shall end, | |
| When peasant to peer no more shall bend; | |
| When the lordly Few shall lose their sway, | |
| And the Many no more their frown obey. | |
| Toil, brothers, toil, till the work is done, | 5 |
| Till the struggle is o’er, and the Charter won! | |
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| The time shall come when the artisan | |
| Shall homage no more the titled man; | |
| When the moiling men who delve the mine | |
| By Mammon’s decree no more shall pine. | 10 |
| Toil, brothers, toil, till the work is done, | |
| Till the struggle is o’er, and the Charter won. | |
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| The time shall come when the weavers’ band | |
| Shall hunger no more in their fatherland; | |
| When the factory-child can sleep till day, | 15 |
| And smile while it dreams of sport and play. | |
| Toil, brothers, toil, till the work is done, | |
| Till the struggle is o’er, and the Charter won. | |
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| The time shall come when Man shall hold | |
| His brother more dear than sordid gold; | 20 |
| When the negro’s stain his freeborn mind | |
| Shall sever no more from human-kind. | |
| Toil, brothers, toil, till the world is free, | |
| Till Justice and Love hold jubilee. | |
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| The time shall come when kingly crown | 25 |
| And mitre for toys of the past are shown; | |
| When the fierce and false alike shall fall, | |
| And mercy and truth encircle all. | |
| Toil, brothers, toil, till the world is free, | |
| Till Mercy and Truth hold jubilee! | 30 |
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| The time shall come when earth shall be | |
| A garden of joy, from sea to sea, | |
| When the slaughterous sword is drawn to more, | |
| And goodness exults from shore to shore. | |
| Toil, brothers, toil, till the world is free, | 35 |
| Till goodness shall hold high jubilee! | |
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