You can take my child you can take my wife   you can fill my days with toil and strife   you can fill the air with burning fear   but you may not have noticed that I'm still here      You can point your gun right at my head   bring in your scabs during strikes instead   you can count your money and raise a cheer   but you may not have noticed that I'm still here      break:   I'm still here and have no plan   to be treated as anything less than a man   an immigrant though I might be   I've tasted chains I shall be free      You can bury us in the cold cold ground   you can quiet us down when we make a sound   oppress our women with a smirk and leer   but you may not have noticed that we're still here      Some have bowed that come before   and some have fought their private war   soon you'll hear labor loud and clear   and know for certain that we're still here      break   verse 4