Редактирование: Артур Макманус

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<p style="margin:5px;">Early leaders of the Communist Party of Great Britain. (Back Row): Jack Murphy,
William Gallacher, Wal Hannington; (Middle Row): Harry Pollitt, Ernie Cant, Tom Wintringham, Albert Inkpin; (Front Row): John R. Campbell,
'''[[Артур Макманус|Arthur McManus]]''', William Rust, Robin Page Arnot, Tom Bell.</p>
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<p style="margin:5px;">Arthur McManus, Jack Murphy, Albert Inkpin and Willie Gallacher</p>
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==Круг друзей==
* John MacLean (1879-1923) -> www.marxists.org/archive/maclean/index.htm
* Arthur McManus -> 
* Willie Paul ->
* Jack Murphy -> 
* Albert Inkpin ->
* Willie Gallacher ->
* Thomas Bell Archive ->
* Wal Hannington -> 
* Harry Pollitt -> 
* Tom Wintringham ->...
* Robin Page Arnot ->...

 '''We Only Want the Earth'''
 Some men, faint-hearted, ever seek
 Our programme to retouch,
 And will insist, whene’er they speak
 That we demand too much.
 ’Tis passing strange, yet I declare
 Such statements give me mirth,
 For our demands most moderate are,
 We only want the earth.

 “Be moderate,” the trimmers cry,
 Who dread the tyrants’ thunder.
 “ You ask too much and people fly
 From you aghast in wonder.”
 ’Tis passing strange, for I declare
 Such statements give me mirth,
 For our demands most moderate are,
 We only want the earth.
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 Our masters all a godly crew,
 Whose hearts throb for the poor,
 Their sympathies assure us, too,
 If our demands were fewer.
 Most generous souls! But please observe,
 What they enjoy from birth
 Is all we ever had the nerve
 To ask, that is, the earth.

 The “labour fakir” full of guile,
 Base doctrine ever preaches,
 And whilst he bleeds the rank and file
 Tame moderation teaches.
 Yet, in despite, we’ll see the day
 When, with sword in its girth,
 Labour shall march in war array
 To realize its own, the earth.

 For labour long, with sighs and tears,
 To its oppressors knelt.
 But never yet, to aught save fears,
 Did the heart of tyrant melt.
 We need not kneel, our cause is high
 Of true men there's no dearth
 And our victorious rallying cry
 Shall be we want the earth!

* spartacus-educational.com/CRImcmanus.htm


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