| Song | There Is Power in a Union |
| Artist | Billy Bragg |
| Album | Talking with the Taxman About Poetry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bragg, Traditional | |
| There is power in a factory, power in the land | |
| Power in the hands of a worker | |
| But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand there is power in a union | |
| Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood | |
| The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for | |
| From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud | |
| War has always been the bosses' way, sir | |
| The union forever defending our rights | |
| Down with the blackleg, all workers unite | |
| With our brothers and out sisters from many far off lands | |
| There is power in a union | |
| Now i long for the morning that they realise | |
| Brutality and unjust laws can not defeat us | |
| But who'll defend the workers who cannot organise | |
| When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us? | |
| Money speaks for money, the devil for his own | |
| Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone | |
| What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child | |
| There is power in a union | |
| The union forever defending our rights | |
| Down with the blackleg, all workers unite | |
| With our brothers and out sisters from many far off lands | |
| There is power in a union. |
| zuo ci : Bragg, Traditional | |
| There is power in a factory, power in the land | |
| Power in the hands of a worker | |
| But it all amounts to nothing if together we don' t stand there is power in a union | |
| Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood | |
| The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for | |
| From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud | |
| War has always been the bosses' way, sir | |
| The union forever defending our rights | |
| Down with the blackleg, all workers unite | |
| With our brothers and out sisters from many far off lands | |
| There is power in a union | |
| Now i long for the morning that they realise | |
| Brutality and unjust laws can not defeat us | |
| But who' ll defend the workers who cannot organise | |
| When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us? | |
| Money speaks for money, the devil for his own | |
| Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone | |
| What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child | |
| There is power in a union | |
| The union forever defending our rights | |
| Down with the blackleg, all workers unite | |
| With our brothers and out sisters from many far off lands | |
| There is power in a union. |
| zuò cí : Bragg, Traditional | |
| There is power in a factory, power in the land | |
| Power in the hands of a worker | |
| But it all amounts to nothing if together we don' t stand there is power in a union | |
| Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood | |
| The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for | |
| From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud | |
| War has always been the bosses' way, sir | |
| The union forever defending our rights | |
| Down with the blackleg, all workers unite | |
| With our brothers and out sisters from many far off lands | |
| There is power in a union | |
| Now i long for the morning that they realise | |
| Brutality and unjust laws can not defeat us | |
| But who' ll defend the workers who cannot organise | |
| When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us? | |
| Money speaks for money, the devil for his own | |
| Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone | |
| What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child | |
| There is power in a union | |
| The union forever defending our rights | |
| Down with the blackleg, all workers unite | |
| With our brothers and out sisters from many far off lands | |
| There is power in a union. |