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Linda Allen
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Ballad of Laura Law
She was born in Finland in l914 Then she came to America, to the town of Aberdeen Where the logging was good, and the timber boss, king And beware to those who oppose them
In this Washington town Laura lived, and she grew To a seeker of justice, there was much work to do And she married Dick Law, a trade unionist who Some called commie, a red, and a traitor
For in Grays Harbor County a war was declared Between bosses and labor, and any who dared Take a stand were called fascists or commies, And fear was the one thing the town held in common
Laura's neighbor recalled the sweet smile in her voice As she talked of her son, her three-year-old boy How she organized marches of the unemployed To the steps of the city hall
The reporter then asked, 'But was she a red?' 'She cared little for politics', her neighbor said 'She just thought that the poor folks should have enough bread No she wasn't a red, just a Baptist' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
In nineteen and forty, a cold winter's night Laura sat with her needlework next to the light When a shadow fell over the linen so white And terror and death filled the room
Her mother found Laura, her screams filled the air As she held her child's body, once gentle and fair With papers all scattered, and blood everywhere 'My God, what has happened here?'
Who killed Laura Law - our ally, our friend? Some blamed fascists or reds, no one knew in the end When suspicion and hatred are sown to the wind The harvest is riot and murder
In Aberdeen town the house still remains All faded and still in the cool, cleansing rain Some walk by, and remember the grief, and the shame And still wonder who killed Laura Law?
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