We Will Sing One Song chords

[VERSE]
We w[G]ill sing one s[G7]ong of the m[C]eek and humble [G]slave,
The horn-handed s[A7]on of the so[D7]il,
He's [G]toiling [G7]hard from the [C]cradle to the [G]grave,
But his [Em]master reaps the [D]profits [D7]from his t[G]oil.

The[G]n we'll sing one [G7]song of the [C]greedy master [G]class,
They're vagrants in [A7]broadcloth, i[D7]ndeed,
The[G]y live by [G7]robbing the [C]ever-toiling [G]mass,
Human [Em]blood they spill to [D]satisfy[D7] their [G]greed.

[CHORUS]
[G]Organi[C]ze! Oh, to[G]ilers, come o[C]rganize your m[G]ight;
Then we'll sing one [G7]song of the [C]workers' common[G]wealth,
Full of [Em]beauty, full of [A7]love a[D7]nd he[G]alth.

[VERSE]
We [G]will sing one s[G7]ong of the [C]politician [G]sly,
He's talking of [A7]changing the l[D7]aws;
[G]Election [G7]day all the [C]drinks and smokes he'll [G]buy,
While he's [Em]living from the [D]sweat [D7]of your [G]brow.

Then [G]we'll sing one [G7]song of the [C]girl below the [G]line,
She's scorned and d[A7]espised everywh[D7]ere,
[G]While in their [G7]mansions the "[C]keepers" wine and [G]dine
From the [Em]profits that i[D]mmoral [D7]traffic b[G]ear.

[CHORUS]
[G]Organi[C]ze! Oh, to[G]ilers, come o[C]rganize your m[G]ight;
Then we'll sing one [G7]song of the [C]workers' common[G]wealth,
Full of [Em]beauty, full of [A7]love a[D7]nd he[G]alth.

[VERSE]
We [G]will sing one [G7]song of the [C]preacher, fat and [G]sleek,
He tells you of [A7]homes in the s[D7]ky.
[G]He says, "Be [G7]generous, [C]be lowly, and be [G]meek,
If you [Em]don't you'll sure get[D] roasted [D7]when you [G]die."

Then [G]we sing one [G7]song of the [C]poor and ragged [G]tramp,
He carries his [A7]home on his [D7]back;
[G]Too old to [G7]work, he's not [C]wanted 'round the [G]camp,
So he [Em]wanders without [D]aim al[D7]ong the [G]track.

[CHORUS]
[G]Organi[C]ze! Oh, to[G]ilers, come o[C]rganize your m[G]ight;
Then we'll sing one [G7]song of the [C]workers' common[G]wealth,
Full of [Em]beauty, full of [A7]love a[D7]nd he[G]alth.

[VERSE]
We [G]will sing one [G7]song of the [C]children in the [G]mills,
They're taken from [A7]playgrounds and scho[D7]ols,
[G]In tender [G7]years made to [C]go the pace that k[G]ills,
In the [Em]sweatshops, 'mong the [D]looms[D7] and the[G] spools.

Then [G]we'll sing one [G7]song of the [C]One Big Union [G]Grand,
The hope of the t[A7]oiler and [D7]slave,
[G]It's coming [G7]fast; it is [C]sweeping sea and l[G]and,
To the [Em]terror of the [D]grafter[D7] and the [G]knave.

[CHORUS]
[G]Organi[C]ze! Oh, to[G]ilers, come o[C]rganize your m[G]ight;
Then we'll sing one [G7]song of the [C]workers' common[G]wealth,
Full of [Em]beauty, full of [A7]love a[D7]nd he[G]alth.