We leave our home in the morning, We kiss our children good-bye, While we slave for the bosses, Our children scream and cry. And when we draw our money, Our grocery bills to pay, Not a cent to spend for clothing, Not a cent to lay away… It is for our little children, That seem to us so dear, But for us nor them, dear workers, The bosses do not care. But understand, all workers, Our union they do fear, Let’s stand together, workers, And have a union here.