My children are seven in number

My children are seven in number,
We have to sleep four in a bed;
I'm striking with my fellow workers.
To get them more clothes and more bread.

    Shoes, shoes, we're striking  
    for pairs of shoes,
    Shoes, shoes, we're striking 
    for pairs of shoes.

Pellagra is cramping my stomach,
My wife is sick with TB;
My babies are starving for sweet milk,
Oh, there as so much sickness for me.

    Milk, milk, we're striking 
    for gallons of milk,
    Milk, milk, we're striking 
    for gallons of milk.

I'm needing a shave and a haircut,
But barbers I cannot afford;
My wife cannot wash without soapsuds,
And she had to borrow a board.

    Soap, soap, we're striking 
    for bars of soap,
    Soap, soap, we're striking 
    for bars of soap.

My house is a shack on the hillside,
Its doors are unpainted and bare;
I haven't a screen to my windows,
And carbide cans do for a chair.

    Homes, homes, we're striking 
    for better homes,
    Homes, homes, we're striking 
    for better homes.

They shot Barney Graham our leader,
His spirit abides with us still;
The spirit of strength for justice,
No bullets have power to kill.

    Barney, Barney, we're thinking 
    of you today,
    Barney, Barney, we're thinking 
    of you today.

Oh, miners, go on with the union,
Oh, miners, go on with the fight;
For we're in the struggle for justice,
And we're in the struggle for right.

    Justice, justice, we're striking 
    for justice for all,
    Justice, justice, we're striking 
    for justice for all.