The Ballad of James Larkin
By Donagh MacDonagh In Dublin City in 1913 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves The women working, the children starving, then on came Larkin like a mighty wave The workmen cringed when the boss man thundered, seventy hours was his weekly chore He asked for little and less was granted, lest gettin' little, then he'd ask for more But on came Larkin in 1913, a mighty man with a mighty tongue The voice of labor, the voice of justice, and he was gifted and he was young God sent Larkin in 1913, a labor man with a union tongue He raised the workers and gave them courage; he was their hero, the...