She too a vision had and voices heard:

She heard the groans of slaving, starving workers:

She had a vision of their liberation.

She also mounted steed and armor donned.

The soap-box or the platform is her steed.

Her coat of mail defiance of the powers.

She too to victory an army leads.

Her army is the risen proletariat,

In arms against their pitiless exploiters.

She too is hated by the church and state.

They’d burn her at the stake if they but dared,

Condemned for witchcraft or some other crime.

She too shall live an ever-shining glory,

In human history, in human hearts—

An even brighter glory than Jeanne d’Arc.

The Maid of Orleans routed but the English,

And to a worthless king restored a throne,

To sway a sceptre o’er a land of serfs.

Lead by Elizabeth we’ll rout the masters

And to the workers of the world restore

The earth itself and all its joys and riches.

Let all men rally round her blood-red banner

Which bears the motto of the revolution:

“Death to all masters! Freedom to all slaves!”