(Woody Guthrie)
Come with me in nineteen thirteen
To Calumet, Michigan, copper country
I'll take you to a place called 'Italian Hall'
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball
I'll take you in a room, it's up a high stair
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere
You can shake hands with the people you see
And watch the kids dance round their big Christmas tree
You ask about work and you ask about pay
They tell you they make less than a dollar a day
Working the copper claims, risking their lives
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives
Talking and laughing is heard everywhere
And the spirit of Christmas is there in the air
Before you know it you're friends with us all
And you're dancing around and around in the hall
A little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To play the piano, so you've got to keep quiet
To hear all this fun you would not realize
That the copper boss thug-men are milling outside
The copper boss thugs stick 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 dancing, there's no such a thing
A few people rushed, but it was only a few
It's just the scabs and the thugs fooling you
A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down
But the thugs held the door and they could not get out
Then others followed, a hundred or more
Though most of the people 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 the children back up to their tree
The scabs outside still laughed at their spree
And the children that died there were seventy-three
The piano played a slow funeral tune
And the town was lit up by the cold Christmas moon
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned
Oh see what your greed for money has done
Repeat 1
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)