Monday, 12 November 2007

Socialist Songs

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 Worker’s 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

God Bless Free Enterprise
(Tune: America The Beautiful)


God bless free enterprise, system divine,
Stand beside her and guide her,
Just as long as the profits are mine.
Good old Wall Street, may she flourish
Corporations, may they grow,
God bless free enterprise, the status quo,
God bless free enterprise, the status quo,

Let My People Go

When Israel was in Egypt land,
Let my people go.
Oppressed so hard they could not stand.
Let my people go.

CHORUS:
Go down Moses, way down in Egypt land.
Tell old Pharaoh, Let my people go.

Thus saith the Lord, Bold Moses said
Let my people go.
If not, I’ll smite your first born dead.
Let my people go.

CHORUS:

No more shall they in bondage toil.
Let my people go.
Let them come out with Egypt’s spoil.
Let my people go.

CHORUS:

When they reached the other shore,
Let my people go.
They sang a song of triumph o’er,
Let my people go.

CHORUS:

This world’s a wilderness of woe,
Let my people go.
O’ let us on to Canaan go,
Let my people go.

CHORUS:

Your foes shall not before you stand,
Let my people go.
And you’ll possess fair Canaan’s land
Let my people go.

Joe Hill


I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and 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 aint dead.”
Says Joe, “but I aint dead.”

And standing there as big as life,
And smiling with his eyes,
Joe says, “What they forgot to kill,”
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize,

“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.”
Says he, “You’ll find Joe Hill.”

(softly)
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me,
Says I “But, Joe, you’re ten years dead,”
“I never died,” says he,
“I never died,” says he.

Dump The Bosses Off Your Back

Are you poor, forlorn, and hungry?
Are there lots of things you lack?
Is your life made up of misery?
Then dump the bosses off your back.

Are your clothes all patched and tattered?
Are you living in a shack?
Would you like your troubles scattered?
Then dump the bosses off your back.

Are you almost split asunder?
Loaded like a long eared jack?
Boob, why don’t you buck like thunder?
And dump the bosses off your back.

All the agonies you suffer,
you can end with one good whack!
Stiffen up, you orn’ry duffer, --
And dump the bosses off your back.

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