There was a test of wills
At Bay Views Rolling mills
A fight for an eight hour day
The Guard was called out
As the workers shout
Eight hours no reduction in pay
Verbal orders mixed up
As the Guard raised their rifle up
Firing a volley of lead
And when the smoke had cleared
The worst was feared
Seven or more lie dead
Gone was their eight hour day
The one we enjoy today
As we remember that fateful day that tragic fifth of may 1886
Phil Ochs...Woody Guthrie...Gordon Lightfoot...Bay Views Rolling Mills. This is a great work...A 10
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I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely done. Enjoyed your reading of the poem. Your voice has a very pleasing sound. There are three differences between the printed words and the spoken ones, however. 1. printed: RIFLE spoken: RIFLES 2. printed: LIE DEAD spoken: LAY DEAD 3. printed: THE ONE WE ENJOY TODAY spoken: THE ONE THAT WE ENJOY TODAY Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day!