Freedom For The Working Class!

If They Want To Hang Me, Let Them. And On The Scaffold I Will Shout Freedom For The Working Class!

Little Girls And Boys, Barefooted, Walked Up And Down Between The Endless Rows Of Spindles, Reaching Thin Little Hands Into The Machinery To Repair Snapped Threads

All The Average Human Being Asks Is Something He Can Call A Home; A Family That Is Fed And Warm; And Now And Then A Little Happiness; Once In A Long While An Extravagance.

I Am Mother Jones. The Government Can't Take My Life And You Can't Take My Arm, But You Can Take My Suitcase.

The Militant Not The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth!