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I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.

INTERNATIONAL WORKING WOMEN'S DAY (MARCH 8)


We were cattle. Some died.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.

We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
We were cattle. Some died.
I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.

We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
We were cattle. Some died.

I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.
I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.

We were cattle. Some died.
We were cattle. Some died.

We were cattle. Some died.

I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.
My sister burned alive in the Triangle fire.
But my granddaughters never will.

I remember we felt so lucky.
Hey, foreigner! what's your name?
Your name, what's your name? Where's your green card?

Where's your green card? What's your name?
Can't talk no English, huh?
We were cattle. Some died.

We escaped from the pogrom to the sweatshops.
But Mama and Papa had talk of socialism and anarchy.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.

We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
International Ladies Garment Workers on Strike!
We escaped from the pogrom to the sweatshops.

But Mama and Papa had talk of socialism and anarchy.
Can't talk no English, huh?
International Ladies Garment Workers on Strike!

Hey, foreigner! Where's your green card?
We felt so lucky to be in America.
Some died.

My sister burned alive in the Triangle fire.
What's your name?
Polskaya.

I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
We were cattle. Some died.

We escaped from the pogrom to the sweatshops.
International Ladies Garment Workers on Strike!
International Ladies Garment Workers on Strike!


--David Joseph





























INTERNATIONAL WORKING WOMEN'S DAY (MARCH 8)





We were cattle. Some died.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.

We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
We were cattle. Some died.
I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.

We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
We were cattle. Some died.

I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.
I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.

We were cattle. Some died.
We were cattle. Some died.

We were cattle. Some died.

I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.
My sister burned alive in the Triangle fire.
But my granddaughters never will.

I remember we felt so lucky.
Hey, foreigner! what's your name?
Your name, what's your name? Where's your green card?

Where's your green card? What's your name?
Can't talk no English, huh?
We were cattle. Some died.

We escaped from the pogrom to the sweatshops.
But Mama and Papa had talk of socialism and anarchy.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.

We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
International Ladies Garment Workers on Strike!
We escaped from the pogrom to the sweatshops.

But Mama and Papa had talk of socialism and anarchy.
Can't talk no English, huh?
International Ladies Garment Workers on Strike!

Hey, foreigner! Where's your green card?
We felt so lucky to be in America.
Some died.

My sister burned alive in the Triangle fire.
What's your name?
Polskaya.

I remember we felt so lucky to be in America.
We crossed the sea in the hold of the ship.
We were cattle. Some died.

We escaped from the pogrom to the sweatshops.
International Ladies Garment Workers on Strike!
International Ladies Garment Workers on Strike!


--David Joseph