Rejoice
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There's something my grandfolks used to say,
And it comes to my mind to this very day,
And this is the way it went,
"Venn frait sich an orem mann?
Venn er varliert und gefint."
When does a poor man rejoice? Oh when? Oh when?
When he loses something and finds it again,
That's when poor folks rejoice.
Sing praise! Sing praise!
For the things we'll be finding one of these days.
Things that we had or thought we had.
Liberty and the price of bread,
Some kind of job to keep a roof on our head,
And workers' unity.
When we move that way again,
Then we will raise our voice and rejoice.
When does a poor man rejoice? Oh when? Oh when?
When he loses something and finds it again,
That's when poor folks rejoice.
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