How shall we celebrate the day,When God appeared in mortal clay,The mark of worldly scorn;When the Archangel's heavenly Lays,Attempted the Redeemer's Praise,And hail'd Salvation's Morn!
"It's coming soon and soon, mother, it's nearer every day,When only men who work and sweat will have a word to say;When all who earn their honest bread in every land and soilWill claim the Brotherhood of Man, the Comradeship of Toil;When we, the Workers, all demand: `What are we fighting for?' . . .Then, then we'll end that stupid crime, that devil's madness -- War."robert service