Middling Sort

I sing a song of revolution
I sing a song of change
I sing a song of sacrifice
If our nation is to change
I sing a song of patriots
I sing a song of pain
Or all we’ve won
Will count for nought
And lucre replace fame
Hail to our laboring
middling sort
Who do the work and
get the blame.
Who endure the pains,
Even as the rich betray
our gains.
I sing a song of doing right
A song of truth and blame
A song of praise for the
middling sort
Who are our nation’s fame.