Take a trip with me in thirteen To Calumet, in the copper country I'll take you to a called Italian Hall And the miners are having their big ball
I'll take you in a door and up a stairs and dancing is heard everywhere I'll let you hands with the people you see And watch the kids 'round the big Christmas tree
There's and laughing and songs in the air And the of Christmas is there everywhere you know it you're friends with us all And you're dancing around and around in the
You ask about work and you ask pay They'll tell you make less than a dollar a day Working their copper claims, risking their So fun to spend Christmas with children and wives
A little sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the so you gotta keep quiet To all this fun, you would not realize That the copper thug men are milling outside
The copper boss thugs stuck heads in the door One of them and he screamed, "There's a fire" A lady she hollered, "There's no such a on with your party, there's no such a thing"
A few rushed and there's only a few It's just the and the scabs fooling you A man grabbed his and he carried her down But the held the door and he could not get out
And then others followed, a hundred or more But most everybody remained on the The gun thugs, they at their murderous joke And the children smothered on the stairs by the door
Such a terrible I never did see We carried our children back up to their The scabs outside still laughed at their And the children that there was seventy-three
The played a slow funeral tune, And the was lit up by a cold Christmas moon The parents, they cried and the men, they "See what your for money has done?"