In all of the time of The Marching
Men there was but one bit of written matter from the
leader McGregor. It had a circulation running
into the millions and was printed in every tongue spoken
in America. A copy of the little circular lies
before me now.
THE MARCHERS
“They ask us what we mean.
Well, here is our answer.
We mean to go on marching.
We mean to march in the morning
and in the evening when the sun
goes down.
On Sundays they may sit on their
porches or shout at men playing
ball in a field
But we will march.
On the hard cobblestones of the
city streets and through the dust
of country roads we will march.
Our legs may be weary and our throats
hot and dry,
But still we will march, shoulder
to shoulder.
We will march until the ground shakes
and tall buildings tremble.
Shoulder to shoulder we will go—all
of us—
On and on forever.
We will not talk nor listen to talk.
We will march and we will teach
our sons and our daughters to
march.
Their minds are troubled. Our
minds are clear.
We do not think and banter words.
We march.
Our faces are coarse and there is
dust in our hair and beards.
See, the inner parts of our hands
are rough.
And still we march—we
the workers.”
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