Take a trip with me in thirteen To Calumet, Michigan in the country I'll take you to a place Italian Hall And the miners are having their big Christmas
I'll take you in a door and up a stairs Singing and is heard everywhere I'll let you shake hands with the you see And watch the kids dance 'round the big Christmas
There's talking and and songs in the air And the spirit of Christmas is everywhere Before you 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 they make less than a a day Working their copper claims, their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas children and wives
A little sits down by the Christmas tree lights To the piano so you gotta keep quiet To hear all this fun, you would not That the boss thug men are milling outside
The copper boss stuck their heads in the door One of them and he screamed, "There's a fire" A lady she hollered, "There's no a thing Keep on with your party, there's no a thing"
A few rushed and there's only a few just the thugs and the scabs fooling you A man grabbed his daughter and he carried her But the thugs the door and he could not get out
And then followed, about a hundred or more But most everybody on the floor The gun thugs, laughed at their murderous joke And the were smothered on the stairs by the door
Such a sight I never did see We carried our back up to their tree The outside still laughed at their spree And the children died there was seventy-three
The piano a slow funeral tune, And the town was lit up by a cold moon The parents, they and the men, they moaned "See what your greed for has done?"