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| ARISE, ye pris’ners of starvation! | |
| Arise, ye wretched of the earth, | |
| For Justice thunders condemnation, | |
| A better world’s in birth. | |
| No more tradition’s chains shall bind us, | 5 |
| Arise, ye slaves! No more in thrall! | |
| The earth shall rise on new foundations, | |
| We have been naught, we shall be all. | |
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REFRAIN
’Tis the final conflict, | |
| Let each stand in his place, | 10 |
| The International Party | |
| Shall be the human race. | |
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| Behold them seated in their glory, | |
| The kings of mine and rail and soil! | |
| What would you read in all their story | 15 |
| But how they plundered toil? | |
| Fruits of the people’s work are buried | |
| In the strong coffers of a few; | |
| In voting for their restitution | |
| The men will only ask their due. (Refrain) | 20 |
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| Toilers from shops and fields united, | |
| The party we of all who work; | |
| The earth belongs to us, the people, | |
| No room here for the shirk. | |
| How many on our flesh have fattened! | 25 |
| But if the noisome birds of prey | |
| Shall vanish from our sky some morning, | |
| The blessed sunlight still will stay. (Refrain) | |
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