9.
JOE HILL

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you or me,
Says I "But, Joe, you're ten years dead, "
"I never died," says he,
"I never died," says he.

"In Salt Lake, Joe" says I to him,
Him standing by my bed,
"They framed you on a murder charge;"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead.
I never died," says he.

And standing there as big as life,
And smiling with his eyes,
Joe says, "What they forgot to kill
Went on to organize,
I never died," says he.

"From San Diego up to Maine,
In ev'ry mine and mill
Where working men defend their rights"
Says he "You'll find Joe Hill.
"I never died," says he.

(Repeat 1st verse softly.)
 

WORKINGMEN UNITE
     (Tune: Union Maid)

Conditions they are bad,
And some of you are sad;
You cannot see your enemy,
The class that lives in luxury.
You workingmen are poor -
Will be forever more,
As long as you permit the few
To guide your destiny.

CHORUS:
Shall we still be slaves
and work for wages?
It is outrageous;
Has been for ages,
The earth by right
Belongs to toilers, -
And not to spoilers,
Of Liberty.

The master class is small,
But they have lots of gall!
When we unite to gain our right,
If they resist we'll use our might,
There is  no middle ground,
This Fight must be one round;
To victory, for liberty,
Our class is marching on.

CHORUS:
                    (cont.)

Workingmen, unite!
We must put up a fight,
To make us free from slavery
And capitalist tyranny.
This fight is not in vain,
We've got a world to gain,
So why be a fool, a capitalist tool
And serve your enemy?

CHORUS:
 

PLEASE, MR. BOSS

What're you gonna do when you want 
     more pay
"Please; Mr. Boss?"
What're you gonna do for a shorter day,
"Please, Mr. Boss?"
What're you gonna do for a chance to
     play,
"Please, Mr. Boss?"
No! It's strike, strike, strike,
     strike, strike, strike, strike, -
Not, "Please, Mr. Boss."

What're you gonna do when the scabs
     crawl in,
"Please, Mr. Boss?"
What're you gonna do when the spies
     begin,
"Please, Mr. Boss?"
What're you gonna do when the gangsters
     grin,
"Please, Mr. Boss?"
No! It's stand, stand, stand, stand,
     stand, stand, stand,
Not, "Please Mr. Boss."

What're you gonna do when the thugs
     get thick,
"Please, Mr. Boss?"
What're you gonna do when the cops
     come quick,
"Please, Mr. Boss?"
What're you gonna do when the judge
     gets slick,
"Please, Mr. Boss?"
No! It's fight, fight, fight, fight,
     fight, fight, fight,
Not, "Please, Mr. Boss."


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