Letras
I came to this land in 1908
And I thought it the land of the free
But I very soon saw the rich had one law
And another for people like me
Well, times were depressed and the money was hard
And I peddled my fish by the sea
Where the pilgrims of old, fleeing from persecution
Landed and thought themselves free
Goodbye to you, my brave comrades
Goodbye to you, Swasso's Lane
Goodbye to North Plymouth
Goodbye Boston Harbor
I'll never see you again
The Department of Justice was rounding up Reds
And one day on the sidewalk below
Salcedo was found, lying crushed on the ground
And they said he fell out of a high story window
And two payroll guards were shot down and killed
At the height of this anti-Red scare
And the powers that be arrested Sacco and me
And now we are facing the chair
Goodbye to you, my brave comrades
Goodbye to you, Swasso's Lane
Goodbye to North Plymouth
Goodbye Boston Harbor
I'll never see you again
Well, our jury, God help us, what chance did they have
When the cruel judge called us low breed?
He was heard to declare, "They should get the chair
They're Reds, and what more do you need?"
And for seven long years we languished in jail
While appeals for a retrial were made
And the Medeiros confession, it made no impression
On Judge Webster Thayer's crusade
Well, a dog that kills chickens, you wouldn't convict
On the evidence, Judge, that you've heard
But you'll show no concern while these two witches burn
For preaching the dangerous word
And your government's, Judge, differ only in name
To victimize, trick and repress
And a change of error and a change of evil
Is taken by many as progress
Goodbye to you, my brave comrades
Goodbye to you, Swasso's Lane
Goodbye to North Plymouth
Goodbye Boston Harbor