14.
TO HELL WITH ACADEMIC FREEDOM
    (Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Mine eyes have seen the failure of
  the Student Bill of Rights,
They have trampled out its glories
  with contractual delights,
They have plunged us into darkness
  never more to see the light,
As reaction marches on.

CHORUS:
To hell with Academic Freedom,
To hell with Academic Freedom,
To hell with Academic Freedom,
As reaction marches on.
 

THE REBEL GIRL

There are women of many descriptions
In this queer world, as everyone
  knows,
Some are living in beautiful
  mansions,
And are wearing the finest of
  clothes.
There are blue-blooded queens and
  princesses,
Who have charms made of diamonds and
  pearl;
But the only and thoroughbred lady
Is the Rebel Girl.

CHORUS:
That's the Rebel Girl, that's the
  Rebel Girl!
To the working class she's a
  precious pearl.
She brings courage, pride and joy
To the fighting Rebel Boy;
We've had girls before, but we need
  some more
In the industrial Workers of the
  World,
For it's great to fight for freedom
With a Rebel Girl.

Yes, her hands may be hardened from
  labor,
And her dress may not be very fine;
But a heart in her bosom is beating
That is true to her class and her
  kind.
And the grafters in terror are
  trembling
When her spite and defiance she'll
  hurl;
For the only and thoroughbred lady
Is the Rebel Girl.

PAINT 'ER RED
     (Tune: Marching thru Georgia)

Come with us, you workingmen, and join
  the rebel band --
Come, you discontented ones, and give
  a helping hand,
We march against the parasite to drive
  him from the land,
With one big industrial union.

CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! we're going to paint
  'er red!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the way is clear ahead.
We're gaining shop democracy and
  liberty and bread
With one big industrial union.

"Slaves" they call us, "working stiffs"
  inferior by birth,
But when we hit their pocketbooks
  we'll spoil their smiles of mirth --
We'll stop their dirty dividends and
  drive them from the earth --
With one big industrial union.

CHORUS:

We hate their rotten system more than
  any mortals do,
Our aim is not to patch it up, but
  build it all anew.
And what we'll have for government,
  when finally we're through,
Is one big Industrial union!

CHORUS:


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