'How few there are...'

How few there are with unsoiled hands,
And educated tongues,
Who'll stand by us, my working friends,
And help to right our wrongs.

They go a certain length with us,
But faint of heart return
When we meet someone with a cross,
Bearing a crown of thorn.

by Joe Corrie

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