In the end the loss or triumph of the case shall not be hung
On the golden ease and smoothness of a hired lawyer's tongue,
Nor how ably or how bungling every man shall plead his cause,
It's something beyond the courtroom that makes judge and jury pause.
For they sense the mighty forces in the mutterings of unrest
And the songs of hope and freedom rising in the Worker's breast,
And wherever men are willing for their beliefs to do and dare,
There's a cause that stands behind them and they feel its power there.
Over treachery and cunning, through all darkness and suspense,
'Tis the cause itself shall triumph and in that is our defence.