Fairly simple and pretty freely played Just about the entire song is played with one pattern: E |--------- B |-----0--- G |-------0- D |---0----- A |--0------ E |--------- ie, : E |--------- B |-----2--- G |-------2- D |---2----- A |--0------ E |--------- A: X0222X (maybe easier if barred) '(?):X0443X : X0023X : X2003X played with capo II (sounding key, ) ’ Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country. ’ I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball. ’ I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs. Singing and dancing is heard everywhere, ’ I will let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree. ’ You ask about work and you ask about pay; They'll tell you that they make less than a dollar a day, ’ Working the copper claims, risking their lives, So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives. ’ There's talking and laughing and songs in the air, And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere, ’ Before you know it, you're friends with us all And you're dancing around and around in the hall. ’ Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet. ’ To hear all this fun you would not realize That the copper-boss thug-men are milling outside. ’ The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door One of them yelled and he screamed, "There's a fire!" ’ A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing! Keep on with your party, there's no such a thing." ’ A few people rushed, and it was only a few "It's only the thugs and the scabs fooling you." ’ A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down But the thugs held the door and they could not get out. ’ And then others followed, a hundred or more But most everybody remained on the floor. ’ The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke, While the children were smothered on the stair by the door. ’ Such a terrible sight I never did see We carried our children back up to their tree. ’ The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the children that died there were seventy-three. ’ The piano played a slow funeral tune And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon, ’ The parents they cried and the miners they moaned, "See what your greed for money has done." Go easy on me; first tab.