Proudly went out Joe unto his death
With smiling lips and fearless eyes
This message gave with his last breath
"Don't mourn for me, but ORGANIZE."
Farewell to you, thou rebel true
Whose singing heart has charmed our weary hours
Those last brave words, before you did depart
Shall live forever in our hearts.
Though they stilled your rebel heart with lead
And sealed with death your lips, our Joe,
Those words, the last you ever said
Will bring to the masters ruin and woe.
We have shed no bitter tears for thee
Nor have we sighed the mournful sigh.
We have fought the fight to make men free
In the cause for which you had to die.
The wind sighs gladly o'er your grave
A requiem joyfully for thee.
It seems to sing, the life you gave
Will hasten that day of liberty.
Farewell, Joe, you had to go.
The masters had declared that you should die, Joe,
But although you're gone into that great unknown
Your memory long with us, shall live.