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