You execute your duty well
In capitalist circles you're quite a swell
It's them I'm sure you serve the best
I wonder does the workers rest.

With high society you often meet
Lots of wine for you they treat
Success to you with every drink
I wonder does the workers think

The parasites you serve so well
They swear from heaven you have fell
Over welcome with them God ???
I wonder does the workers see

Some men of Honour ?????????
Their cunning plots to conceal
At it you're never far behind
I wonder is the workers blind

With the archfiends your a p??????
You keep the masses at the gate
At your command there they must stay
I wonder what the workers say

In the mud you would labour drag
Also their esteem and honoured flag
But when you lie prostrate in the dust
Few will say that you were just.

When labour rises from her slumber
She'll come down on you like thunder
And cast you right into hell
There for ever more to dwell.

When labour and you in battle meet
She'll trample you among her feet
Your past she never will forgive
No, not so long as free men live.

When labour starts to do the right
She'll join hands and show her might
No capitalist press with all its merit
Can alter their united spirit.

When labour meets from every land
Your power though strong can never stand
They'll unite as one and brithers be
And fight together for liberty.

Some words could not be deciphered
because the original was in pencil
and well folded over the years.