Death of a Revolutionary: Hugh Ferguson
While toiling hard for his daily bread
Hugh Ferguson was shot down dead
T'was easy for his killers, this deed;
Only the peoples' friends did they ever bleed
He fought for the people to get them free
From landlord and bosses and. their tyranny
A man with a dream of a socialist land
~There the working people,
with dignity would stand.
To pick up the gun was the only way
Talk would never the oppressor lay
He soldiered for this, the most noble cause
To defend the poor from imperialist laws
But reformist anger it was inflamed
And this brave young man
with other was named
They tracked him down and killed him there
The foe's work they did with never a care
We buried you, comrade, with hearts so sad
under a Starred flag of blue;
And, midst many a tear, we made a vow
That we would follow you
