12.
WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES
   (Tune: Yankee Doodle)

Come, every honest lad and lass
Too long we've been kept under
By rusty chains of fraud and fear
We'll snap them all asunder!

CHORUS:
When the revolution comes,
The social revolution,
It's coming fast,
Our turn at last,
The social revolution!

The knave who lives in idleness,
By plundering his neighbor,
Shall learn to use the pick and
  spade,
And live by honest labor!

CHORUS:

That robber's pact that's styled
  the law
To frighten honest folks, sir,
We'll set ablaze and fumigate
The country with the smoke, sir.

CHORUS:

The landlord and the capitalist,
If you should wish to see 'em
You'll have to take a holiday
And search in the museum.

CHORUS:

Then let us hail the coming day.
The glorious hope before us.
And with brave deeds anticipate
The good time of our chorus.

CHORUS:
 

MR. BLOCK

Please give me your attention, I'll
  introduce to you
A man who is a credit to "Our Red,
  White and Blue";
His head is made of lumber, and
  solid as a rock;
He is a common worker and his name
  is Mr. Block.
And Block he thinks he may 
Be President some day.
                            (cont.)

CHORUS:
Oh, Mr. Block, you were born by
  mistake,
You take the cake,
You make me ache.
Tie a rock on your block and then
  jump in the lake,
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake!

Yes, Mr. Block is lucky; he found a
  job, by gee!
The shark got seven dollars for job
  and fare and fee.
They shipped him to a desert--and
  dumped him with his truck,
But when he tried to find his job, he
  sure was out of luck.
He shouted "That's too raw,
I'll fix them with the law."

CHORUS:

Block hiked back to the city, but
  wasn't doing well.
He said, "I'll join the union -- the
  great A. F. of L."
He got a job next morning, got fired
  in the night,
He said, "I'll see Sam Gompers and
  he'll fix that foreman right."
Sam Gompers said, "You see, 
You've got our sympathy."

CHORUS:

Election Day he shouted, "A Socialist
  for Mayor!"
The 'comrade' got elected, he was
  happy for fair,
But after the election he got an awful
  shock,
A great big Socialistic Bull did rap
  him on the block.
And Comrade Block did sob,
"I helped him to his job."

CHORUS:

Poor Block he died one evening, I'm
  very glad to state;
He climbed the golden ladder up to
  the Pearly Gate.
He said, "Oh, Mr. Peter, one word I'd
  like to tell,
I'd like to meet the Astorbilts and
  John D. Rockefell."
Old Pete said, "Is that so?"
You'll meet them down below."


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