When a ancient hero passed

Oh, a boat would meet them there

His friends would pay the boatman’s fare,

Every drachma they could spare

We are gathered here today,

By our union brother’s side,

May we speed his final ride,

For his soul was dearly tried.

When he dies, when he dies,

Put the coins on his eyes,

In a fine suit, neatly pressed,

Let the man get some rest.

When the Wagner Act was law

A better future was in sight,

As a union we would fight

And the workers would unite

But when the bosses doubled down,

Our friend would keep our spirits strong,

Said we knew our right from wrong,

And to a family we belonged

When he dies, when he dies,

Put the coins on his eyes,

In a fine suit, neatly pressed,

Let the man get some rest.

The strikes and marches we planned,

We’d sit in, and we would stand

Side by side we ever will

In this country we have built

Let us place an extra dime,

For the boatman below

Down in Hades we know

That the company owns his soul,

He’ll be lonesome as he rows

With his weary, calloused hands,

Never march or take a stand

Never be a union man

When he dies, when he dies,

Put the coins on his eyes,

In a fine suit, neatly pressed,

Let the man get some rest.

Farewell dear Brother

Farewell dear friend

Farewell, Farewell

Rani Arbo - fiddle, vocal

Anand Nayak:guitar, slide, vocals

Andrew Kinsey-  bass, banjo, vocal

Scott Kessel - percussion, vocal

Dar - vocals