34.
THE CLOAKMAKERS UNION

The Cloakmakers Union is a no good
  union;
It's a company union by the bosses.
The right-wing cloakmakers and the
  Socialist fakers
Are making by the workers double-
  crosses.

Oh, the Hillquits, Dubinskys, and
  the Thomases,
Are preaching by the workers false
  promises.
They preach Socialism but they
  practice fascism 
To preserve capitalism by the bosses.

Hoo, Hah!

BILL BAILEY: -THE ULTIMATE SECTARIAN

Bill Bailey belonged to every
  radical party that ever came to be
Till he finally decided to start his
  own party so he wouldn't disagree.
He got himself an office with a sign
  outside the door, with "Marxist
  League" in letters red,
And to everyone who came around
  these were the words he said:

"Oh, you may be a friend of Max
  Shachtman, Jim Cannon and you may
  agree,
You may get along with Norman Thomas
  and with Algernon Lee.
You may be an old-time Wobbly, and
 think Jay Lovestone's fine,
Yes, you may be a comrade to all of
  these folks, but you ain't no
  Comrade of mine."

For 17 years Bill Bailey kept his
  office with the sign outside the
  door,
But he never, ever got a new member.
Everybody made him sore.
And then one night, there came a big
  fire and through the flame and
  smoke, 
As the firemen rushed in to save
  Bill's life, these were the words
  he spoke:
                        (cont.)

"Oh, you may be a friend of Ben
  Gitlow; Reverend Muste and you may
  agree,
You may get along with Emma Goldman
  and with the S.L.P.
You may have belonged to every radi-
  cal party that ever had a line,
Yes, you may be a comrade to all of
  those folks, but you ain't no
  comrade of mine."

And so on this day, Bill Bailey
  passed away, and his soul to Red
  Heaven flew.
He was met at the gate by old Karl
  Marx and Friedrich Engels, too.
They said, "Welcome, comrade," as
  they opened the gate to let Bill
  come inside,
As he slammed the door back in old
  Karl's face, these were the words
  he cried:

"Oh, you may be a friend of Karl
  Kautsky, and a pal of Ferd
  LaSalle,
You may get along with William
  Liebknecht and the First Inter-
  nationale,
Yes, you may have inspired every
  radical party from the Hudson to
  the Rhine,
Oh, you may be a comrade of all of
  those folks, but you ain't no
  comrade of mine."

BLOW THE BLOODY BUGLE
  (Tune; Marching, through Georgia)

Blow the bloody bugle, boys,
Beat the bloody drum,
We'll blow the bloody bourgeoisie to
  bloody kingdom come.
Build the bloody fires, boys,
High as bloody spires,
We'll burn the bloody bastards on
  them one by bloody one!


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