The Little Red Songbook [36th (International) Edition] 0917124081

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THE LITTLE

v#*W

TO

THE

FAri

FLAMES OF DISCONTENT

SONG BOOK

WHAT IS THE IWW?

WT.

The Industrial Workers of the World is a union open to wage and salary workers in all industries, and to members of the working class in all countries.

Its

aim

to resist being used against each other either to

each other's jobs in peacetime or

hope

to

is

make

to build a

this

planet a

new world

kill

for

all

J

undermine

each other

good place

j)

to enable workers

is

in war. Its

We seek

of us.

in the shell of the old through direct

by workers on the job. was founded in 1905 by unions

control of industry

IWW

The

America concerned mainly

at the

in

North

time with industrial orga-

nizing to prevent each trade union from being used against the others.

history has been a notable

Its

one of skirmishes

mainly in industries and occupations where unionism

at the

time had not become taken for granted. In these areas

it

left

has

behind enduring improvements in job safety and in other

working and living conditions. The IWW has called for a shorter work day and work week, both to reduce unemployment and to bring leisure to the overworked. It has been

nun

particularly concerned with workers outside the traditional

—

women, Third World, low -skilled and low-paid workers. The IWW has always resisted discrimination

unions

whether for sex or color or language or of the

first

ence.

Its

unions to

and was one.

active in other unions

who

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IWW Songbook

resist discrimination for sexual prefer-

membership has always included a

number of workers for the

religion,

'

substantial

International Edition

see the need

IWW and for greater solidarity between unions and

between workers everywhere.

To co-operate or write

to:

with us, look up the

IWW,

48 197 (USA)

IWW in your locality

103 West Michigan Avenue, Ypsilanti

for free literature

and the address of the

MI

IWW

al

Un

-

loo

shall

be

iht

bu

-

those banks of marble

and we'll open every door. we all have sweated for.

those vaults of silver, that

dud nee.

91

I'm Dreaming of a Fair Contract Words by Julie MeCall, U.S.A. Tune: I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas. First appearance, 36th edition.

Arise, ye pris'ners of starvation, arise, ye wretched of the earth: For justice thunders condensation, a better world's in birth.

No more

best agreement

we

bind us. arise ye slaves no more in thrall; on new foundations, we have been naught, we shall be

tradition's chains shall

The earth Chorus

I'm dreaming of a fair contract.

The

U.S. translation by Charles Ken-

shall rise

all.

Tts the final conflict, let each stand in their place; The International Union shall be the human race, (repeat)

have known;

One

with no concessions. That we'll vote yes on,

A

New

British translation by Billy

Bragg

union milestone. I'm dreaming of a fair contract. With every picketline I walk; Till this union-busting is stopped, And we make the bosses sit and talk

Stand up. all victims of oppression, for the tyrants fear your might. Don'i cling so hard to your possessions for you have nothing if you have no rights Let racist ignorance be ended, for respect makes the empires fall. Freedom is merely privilege extended unless enjoyed by one and all.

I'm dreaming of a fair contract, Without a cut in benefits;

Chorus So come brothers and sisters for the struggle carries on. The Internationale unites the world song. So comrades come rally for this is the time and place: The international ideal unites the human race.

real

We

have worked for our share.

Of decent healthcare, And not for the profits

With every plant we occupy;

Let no one build walls to divide us, walls of hatred nor walls of stone. greet the dawn together or we'll die alone. In our world poisoned by exploitation those who have taken, they now must give And end the vanity of nations: we've but one Earth on which to live.

we stop that scab coal supply, And we've won a victory for our side!

So begins the

of the

rich.

Come

I'm dreaming of a fair contract. Till

We Julie

McCall adapted this from music coming out of the 989 mining strike in West Virginia, Virginia and Kentucky 1

Pittston coal

final

drama,

in the streets

and

in the fields:

we

defy their guns and shields. When we fight, provoked by their aggression, let us be inspired by life and love; For though they offer us concessions, change will not come from above, stand

unbowed before

their

armour,

French original Debout,

les

damnes de

la

Tene, debout,

les forcat

de

la faim!

raison, tonne en son eratere: e'esi I'eniption de la fin, Du passe faisons table rase, foules d'escalves, debout, debout!

La

Le monde va changer de base: nous ne somme C'est la lutte finale,

Outa Work Blues

groupons nous

L" union syndical sere le genre

et

rien,

soyons

tout!

demain.

humain

Words by Carlos Cortez, USA. First appearance,

Well

And It's

it's

1973.

Spanish translation Arriba, pan as de la

a long time on the street

the rockin' chair

a long time

And

34th edition,

on

money's

all

gone, *

money's

all

gone.

down to rollin" my own And pickin' butts off the lawn. I'm

El

tierra!

En

pie, fameliea legidn!

Guerra hasta el fin de la opresi6n pasado! Arriba csclavos, todos in pie! va a cambiar de base. Los nada de hoy todo han de ser

prolelarios gritan; Guerra'

Borrad

the street

the rockin' chair

Los

el rastro del

mundo

Agrupernonos todos, en El generri

Went to the employment office To see what could find,

humano

la lucha final es el sindicato Internacional.

1

I

went

To

to the

see what

employment

Swedish translation

office

Upp

could find. Six hundred other people there Same thing on their mind.

Det dinar

I'd

uti

i

som hungem

bojor lagt

uppl

rattens krater. snart skall utborttets

Stortas skall det

Upp

Told the interviewer I'd do anything but shovel crap, I'd told

traJar uti alia stater,

timma si a. gamla snart gruset slav stig upp for art ski dig Fran morkret stiga vi mot ljuset, fran intet allt vi vilja bli.

I

till

kamp emot kvalen.

i

Sista striden del

dr.

Ty Intemationalen it alia lycka bdr.

the interviewer

do anything but shovel crap. He told me he was sorry, There was only one opening

They won't

let

me

past the

Eugene Polbei wrote the original lyrics of the InlemaUonjk in June, 87 1, lo commemorate the Pin! Commune, which the French army had juit crushed with great bloodshed. After French defeat in the Franco- Prussian war and the fall of the French empire:, the workers uf Paris had taken over the city and ran it themselves Fur two months an almost carnival spirit swept the city. Back rents were canceled Workers formed cooperatives and unions, and took over workshops abandoned hy their owners: artists formed a federau™. Night work at bakeries was ended hecause die bakery workers didn't like it. Municipal nurseries and soup kitchens were founded. Schools were secularized Churches were taken over as meeting places for political clubs, some of which were made tip of women By the start of the 20th century, the Intemauonalc was sung by socialists, anarchists Lind communists all over the world in dozens of languages The communists claimed the song and until 1943 it was the national anthem of the Soviet Union, but it was never theirs. FW Bragg, sought lo put the song's vision of communal freedom into new words, lo commemorate the Chinese students in Tinanamen Square in 1989 who sang the Intemauonalc before they were massacred. !

for that.

When I was drawing compensation * They'd hang any job on my neck, Yes, when I was drawing compensation They'd hang any job on my neck. But now that old rockin" chair's busted first

desk.

President said on television

That things was mighty

The

fine,

president said on television

That things was mighty fine, Man at the supermarket

No *

tells

Hour Day Day Week

me

groceries sold on time.

^/>J*

unemployment compensation. Unemployed workers in the US Canadian workers for

wage.

are eligible for only half as long as are

corresponding benefits.

jrCJrqaiihc H Tit rntxx

FOB ALL

90

fri!

-^'

I.W.W.

Go

Hijos del Pueblo

to

English paraphrase by Jun Oosting

and Carlos

Work on Monday

Words and music by Si Kakn. First appearance, 36th edition.

Cortez,

First appearance, 36th edition.

pucb

-

lo,

leo-pri

-

men

D7

ca-de

-

my

did

I

Hi-jos del

pan

World War

in

Two, Got wound- ed

the

for

nas

g na

lion

-

Now mylungs

are

Chorus

o

G

down, There

shot

all

com- pen

no

ain't

q *

J

-

day

j

J-

J*

•I

n

turn

-

I'm

gon

-

go

na

work

to

Mon

on

one more

u 12

time

gon

I'm

na

H

go

Q

work

on

D

',

Mon

one more

day

more

one

lime.

G

time,

I'm

~ti

work

to

I

my

did

part in

Got wounded

Now my There qujs

-

Al

las

fuer- le

gn

-

de

lo

li -

•

day

one

more

Kit

lime.

World War Two,

for the nation.

lungs are

ain't

Mon

on

gon - na

D

all

shot

down,

no compensation.

ber- lad

Chorus Chorus

G

gonna go to work on Monday one more time. gonna go to work on Monday one more time. One more time. I'm gonna go to work on Monday One more time. I'm I'm

1

i3

jAh!

Ro

)°

pen- don

no

teit

sut-

rir.

I

.it-T

plo

t*.

D7

The doctor says I smoke too much, He says that I'm not trying. He says he don't know what I've got, But we both know he's lying. The I

last

time

went near

my job

lungs were broken.

down

Chest bound I

1

my

thought

like iron bands,

couldn't breath for choking.

The

politicians in this state

They're nothing short of rotten.

They buy us

And

sell

off with fancy

words

us out to cotton.

The doctor says both lungs are gone, ain't no way to shake it.

There But

They

tell

There 65

without a job,

can't live

I

Somehow

I've

me

ain't

1

got to take can't

no need

work

it.

at all.

to trying.

But living like some used up thing, trSs!

Is

just this short of dying.

Sitting

on

I'm like

Head

And

my

front porch

someone

all filled

swing

forgotten,

with angry thoughts,

lungs filled up with cotton.

O IW, Jw

Hilt

PttNhhing.

89

.

On The Picket Line Tunc. Polly

Hijos del pueblo, te oprimen cadenas

WoUy Doodle.

Y

Firtt appearance, 36th edition.

esa injusticia no puede seguir.

un

Si tu existencia es

mundo de penas

Antes que esclavo prefiere morir.

Esos burgueses, asaz egoistas,

Que

desprecian la Humanidad,

asi

Serin barridos por los anarquistas

Al fuerte grito de Hbertad.

Chorus jAh! Rojo pendon

No mis

sufrir,

La explotacion

Ha de

sucumbir,

Levantate, pueblo

leal,

Al grito de revo!uci6n social. Vindicaci6n

No

hay que pedir;

Solo

La

la

union

podra" exigir.

Nuestro paves

No

romperis

Torpe burgues.

To win our

Come In

strike

one strong

Come

and

Atris! Atris!

our demands,

all

picket on the picket line. fight we'll join

Los corazones obreros que

our hands,

picket on the picket line.

Se entusiasmados y unidos combaten,

Chorus

De

On

Los proletaries a

the line, on the tine, on the pick, pick, picket tine.

We'll

scream and yell and fight

Picket on the picket

laten

Por nuestra causa, felices serin;

like hell,

come and

la victoria la pal

Han de

ma obtendrin. burguesia,

con altivez

tratarla

Y combatirla

line.

la

tambien a profia

Por su malvada estupidez.

Our

fight

is

not for us alone.

But for people everywhere,

And our demands But sensible and [f

And

better schools,

and picket on the picket

When you

These

picket on the picket line.

Who one

When

of us get

all

rich ones, these egoists

sneer

at

the rest of Humanity,

fight.

away by

They'll be swept

Your duty is and mine. We'll win this strike in the picket line.

And

their 'rebel yell' of

Hey

red banner,

All our suffering We'll sing

Come

and

raise an

awful din,

and picket on the picket

We'll stay until the Boss gives

Come

picket

on the picket

The

line.

a world of penalties.

is

better to die than to live a slave.

It's

pull together in

over!

is

exploitation

Arise, loyal people,

line.

To

the call of social revolution.

No

longer will

we ask

Come picket on the picket line. We won't let the Boss get in our way, Come and picket on the picket line.

For vindication;

The Boss brings scabs to take our Come picket on the picket line. The scabs won't get past us today,

Our torches will not Be extinguished. You filthy rich!

Come 'Cause

a

we want

fairness

came out ot

•

for that.

Get back! Get back!

on our job,

If

Vttia

we

struggle

be ours.

We workers

broke.

will call the rich ones to account

And resolutely Because of

Hey ft-9 written

by Lehigh Branch. PA, IW2.

face

them

.

,

combat, too,

.

of the anarcho-syndicalist Spanish union, the Confederacidn National del Trabajo civil war period, author unknown

(CNT). From the Spanish

88

in

their nefarious stupidity.

red banner

Anthem

for our cause,

leaf of victory will

united and enthusiastic

The palm

the picket line.

U.S. Teacher"* strike.

needed

Those workers' hearts which beat They will be happy;

commie mob,

Now the Boss can say that he is Come picket on the picket line. We know his story's just ajoke, Come picket on the picket line. 1-5

Is

pay,

picket on the picket line.

Come picket on

Vena

Only our Union

picket on the picket line.

The Boss says we're

the anarchists

freedom.

Will be overwhelmed.

in.

For health care and for higher pay.

Come

.

must not go on.

this injustice

your existence

[f

line.

For you show the board the people rule

To

.

Children of the people, the chains oppress you.

fair.

you want your job and

Come

jAh! Rojo pendon

are not unjust,

A Las Barricadas!

Nine

English paraphrase by Jan Ousting

to Five

Song

Tune: The M.T.A., U.S.A. First Appearance, 35th edition.

and Carlos Cartel First appearance, 36th edition.

named

Ami- que nos es-pe-reel do-

Eml

typ-ing,

n nu n

j

j

bien

mas

pre

pie

el

pu

cia-do es

-

Li

la

e-blo o-bre- roa

-

-

la

in

>

j

ber-

tdd,

ba-

tails

^^

short- hand and

for

F

speed writ- isg, and they

gave

her

F7

F

Chows

the

lowest

Bt

Lu-chc-mos pot e- Ha con hay que der- ro-car a la

EM

Well

fey

va ac

-

re

-

I6r,

Alia

*

ci6n

A

la

ban -de -fa ca- das,

las bar-ri-

re- vo-lu-cio- na- ria a las bar- n - ca- das.

work que

lie

por

el

-

ve-ra el pueb- lo a tri-un fo de

ia la

e-man-ci-pa-

Con

fed- er- a

-

ci6n. cifio

of

the

in

-

fi -

Bos- too and

of

cei

el

enimigo nos llama el deber.

Let

me tell you the

Who E bien mas

C

it's

time

we

got

a day's

e- man- ci-pa-ci6n(En) Con-fed- er- a- cidn

Well

Negras tormemas agitan los aires, Nubes oscuras nos impeden ver; Aunque nos espere el dolor y la mucrte. contra

we've done a day's

F

preciado es la Libertid,

ella con fe y val6r, Alta bandera revolucionaria que Uevera el pueblo a la emancipation, (repeat)

And

Pay.

woman named

Susie

applied for a job one day.

They

Luchemos por

story of a

then

tested her for typing, for shorthand

and speed writing.

they gave her the lowest pay.

Chorus En pic el pueblo obrcro, a la batalla. Hay que derrocar a la reacci6n.

A las barricadas,

We

a las barricadas, por el triunfo de la Confederation! (repeat)

and file nine:

type

In the offices

Malicious torments hang in the air, Clouds of obscurity dim our sight. Though we're to meet pain and death, against the

to five, yet

we barely

stay alive,

Working from day to day. Well we've done a day's work

of Boston and

it's

time

we got a day's pay.

Well, then Susie did the filing and she kept the correspondence.

enemy we must call

the debt.

And

she answered the telephone;

Though

the boss might be a doubter,

still

he couldn't do without her,

By far freedom is the most precious thing, So let's fight for it with faith and valor.

Wouldn't even

Raise high the flag of revolution which will carry our people to emancipation.

Susie asked for a promotion and she sure caused a commotion;

(repeat)

On

your

call

He just looked feet,

working people, march

into battle;

We must defeat the reaction. To the barricades,

to the barricades, for the triumph

of our Confederation! (repeat)

at

a taxi on his own.

her in disbelief.

But the

raises they've

Though

the boss

been giving sure don't match the cost of living,

is still

So Susie got together

And If Barricades" is a CNT song from the Spanish civil war, its author unknown The Confederation National del Trabajo (CNT-Narional Worker's Confederation) is a longPrior to standing anarcho-syndicalist union whose ideology is very close to that of the the fascist takeover by Francisco Franco, the CNT had job control over many of the job sites in 1936During the workers. northern Spanish cities and had deep rooted influence among rural 1939 fighting, the men and women of the CNT successfully collectivized farms, textile nulls, public utilities, transport systems and health services while managing to send troops.

To the

WW.

armaments, food ana medical supplies

to the battlefront.

IWW

CNT

recognized each other's membership cards and It was during this conflict that the in a true spirit of solidarity. After the death of Franco in 1975, the CNT, which had been underground for many years, has revived with a younger generation of workers. While it has still plays a role in the Spanish labor movement. yet to regain its pre-Franco strength, the

eating beef.

all

women in the office,

the

they started to organize;

you thought women wouldn't

Then

Now, you women of Boston, That

fight for a basic worker's right,

you're in for a big surprise!

we

suffer while

Women's work For a better

life

is

don't

you think

that

it's

a crime,

employers thrive?

never done, fighting back has just begun

from nine to

five.

CNT

87

.

Porque Los Pobres No Tienen

Landlord and Tenant Words by Sydney

Carter,

Fint appearance, 36th

England.

H'orrfj

and musk by VioUtta Parra,

Chile.

English translation by Barbara Dane,

edition.

First appearance, 36lh edition.

h

nn

i

I

,

r

r

kept

my

i

i

i

mo

ney

-

1

1

an

in

j

j

tin

chest,

1

old

jj "till

Por que

I

los

po- bres no

newer go

then

bust

your

put

money

in the

Blue

nen

tie-

D

A

Chip Trust

A,

Bfcj7

cap-i- tal

1

my money

kept

in

an old

tin chest.

saw a poster and it said invest. if you want a bank that will never go bust Then put your money in the Blue Chip Trust. Till

I

We welcome the

da

small investor. Ev'ry one a capitalist.

v

zam

-

bi

-

la

Porque los pobrcs no tienen a donde volver

la vista

La vuelven haeia los cielos con la esperanza infmita Dc cncontrar lo que a su nermann en este mundo le quitan

So

I

wrote

to the

And back came

"Four per cent on every quid,

And

sat

I

Palormta, qui cosas tiene la vida y zambita'

Blue Chip right away,

a letter the following day:

you invest

If

it."

So

I

did

back waiting for the dividend.

Porque los pobres no tienen a donde volver la voz La vuelven hacia los cielos buscando una confesion Ya que su bermano no escucha la voz de su corazon Palomita, que cosas tiene la vida y zambita 1

They came alright, those chips were blue, But along came a letter from the landlord too: "Your rent Well,

I

is

going up,"

saw red

...

I

it

said,

"Two pounds

wrote them a

letter

.

.

Porque los pobres no tienen este mundo esperanza Se amparan en la otra vida como una justa balanza Por eso las procesiones, la pena y las alabanzas Palomita, que cosas tiene la vida y zambita! .

a

week."

.

De licmpos inmemoriahles que se ha inventao al infiemo Para asustar a los pobres con sus castigos etemos Y al pobre que es inocenle con su inocencia creyendu Palomita, que cosas tiene la vida y zambita! .

To Tentacle

was

name) I wrote damn quick and said it was a shame. But Tentacle said, "Well don't blame us. We only act for the Blue Chip Trust They own the property, we only collect the rent!" Ltd. (that

the

,

.

To Blue Chip, ECL, I went To ask them why they were putting up the rent, A young man said, "Well it distressed us. But we must think of our investors." "I do!" I said.

.

Y

pa seguir la mentira lo llama su confesor Le dice que Dios no quiere ninguna revoluci6n, Ni plicgo. ni sindicato. que ofendersu corazon Palomita. que cosas tiene la vida y zambita!

.

.

Because the poor have no other place to look for help. turn their eyes to heaven wilh hope that never ends there they hope they'll find all the things they never had

They

Up

Palomita,

is that

in this

not strange? *

Because they have no one else who will listen. turn their voices up to heaven in confession, Since even their brothers won't listen lo voices of their hearts

The poor

Palomiia.

To pay myself my four per cent. It seems I've got to raise my rent, I

can't afford the rent

A O

and so

myself I've got to go. small percentage of me, has never had it so good!

1

963,

Sydney Broo

M«ic Co.

I

told

is

that not strange?

From the begining of lime, they invented a burning hell. To make the poor fear eternal agony for their weaknesses. And in their innocence, the poor believe they are no good Palomita,

And

is

so the

that not

lies

strange?

won't be found out, the priests call and say

"God doesn't want any of these revolutions or unions or Which would offend him to the heart." Palomita, that's the

way

it

goes.

This song was firs! recorded at a 1%7 Cuban music conference * Palomita is used to refer to the Holy Ghost

strikes.

world

Larimer Street

Mexican Revolutionary Song Fint appearance, 36th

WortU and nuitU by U. Utah

Phillip*.

edition. Firtt appearance, 34th edition.

De

las campos los burgueses se aduenamn Explotando los veneros que en el subsuelo encontraron, Mientras tanto los mi Hones de pesos al extranjero Se llevavban los patronos con escamio verdadero.

Your

The bourgeoisie took over

bull

do

•

-

through

roll - ing

zers

my

part

town, The

of

C

G7

D7

the countyside

Exploiting the subsoil lodes,

While the owners took abroad Millions of pesos with true disdain.

i

ran

-

and knocks

swings

hall

You knocked dowa

down.

all

it

"nop- house, you knocked

down my

C

D7

37

my

C

F

and you black- topped

bars,

it

o

-

ver

chona

We Shall Not Be Moved Words: Traditional and anon. U.S.A.

Tune: 1 Shall Not Be Moved. First appearance, 36th edition.

F

hjj-t-iT

J.

J,

2

build

uuf

one

big

1

1

Well

Ek

'

C7

4

Ftus4

F

J

f un

-

1

JT^ we

inn,

F

J.

J, Ir) be

not

shall

moved

K

|

Well

a-

V build

our one

un- ion we

big

shall

be

n»i

moved

C7

F

Jusi

like

a tree

CW

F

plant- ed

that'

F

We

shall

by die

6,

F

not

be.

They're

run

shall

be

nor

Wc

moved

Baim

Bi>

not be.

shall

we

shall

F

be moved.

not

F

Bt

Just like

C7

F

that's

plant

by

ed

wa

the

-

ter.

We

shall

not

be

moved

I'll

will I

one big union, we

shall not

be moved, (repeat)

iv

Max

Old

it;

the tailor

We

You knocked down

Chorus

We

shall not be,

Just like

We

a

we

shall not be moved, (repeat}

tree chat's

shall not be

planted by the water,

ain't

nothing

we

shall not

be moved, (2x's)

we

shall not be

moved.

(2x's)

my pawn

Now I

United in our union,

we

For a world without

classes,

we

shall not

we

shall not

it

my bars,

cars.

on down, friends,

second-hand

built a big hall

built a

closed

new

stores;

shop and the big harbour

Chinese cafe that was open

who worked on where

the

light.

all night.

the street,

playboys can meet;

when your cops

hall for the

pulled a raid,

stock-market trade.

I'm finding out there's just one kind of war;

one going on 'tween the rich and the poor.

don't

know

a lot about what you'd call class,

But the upper and middle can We're fighting for our children,

your

all

closing his doors.

ran out the hookers

It's

Black and white together,

is

You

But you

ride

left in the

the old

My bookie joint

We're fighting for our freedom,

and

And

And you

moved.

park

running the bums out of town.

There

be moved.

to

go ? And where can I stay? the skid row and haided it away.

Just like a tree that's planted by the water. shall not

over

down

flag a fast rattler

The\ We'll build our

it

Chorus

And where

-

town

a

You knocked nee

of

out

Your bulldozers rolling through my part of town. The iron ball swings and knocks it all down. You knocked down my flophouse, you knocked down

And you blacktopped we

bums

the

ning

-

all

kiss

my

ass.

be moved. (2x's)

be moved. (2x's)

shall not be

moved,

(2x's)

85

No Nos Moveran

Mister Block Words by Joe MIL V.SJk. Tune: It Looks To Me Like A Big Time Tonight. First appearance, 1913 Edition.

C

me

your

at- ten- tion.

and

D7

man

that is a

credit

No, no no nos moveran No, no no nos moveran Como un*arbolfirme junto al -

iro

-

duce

to

you.

C

Q7

Unidos en la lucha, no nos moveran, Unidos en la lucha, no nos moveran. Como un arbol firme junto al rio. No nos moveran

D7

G7

Unidos en sol -id

He

a rock.

as

a com-

if

mon work- er and

07

name

his

is

Mis- terBlock.

Somos

And

Chorus

Y

el

no nos moveran

sindicato,

el

no nos moveran

unionistas,

que crea haga

la

prueba

Esta Tierra sera nuestra Block. he thinks he

may be

Pre*-

i-

deni

some day

Oh, Mis

-

G7

born by

ler Block. you

you make

me ache.

Unidos en

la

huelga

.

.

Unidos en

la

lucha

.

.

Una soctedad

Tie

Y rock

on

your block and

then

jump

lake;

kind- ly

do

that

er

-

ty's

-

.

.

sin clases

.

.

.

con un golpe de estado

for

Como

somos

Go I

take.

.

.

.

.

.

somos

un arbol firme junto

Fuertes

Lib

.

.

.

.

Fuertes, fuertes, fuertes the

in

.

.

.

were

C

you take the cake,

mis- take.

rio.

No nos moveran

a

"Our Red. White and Blue', His head is made of lunvber. and

to

C

F

in

III

Be Moved.

Shall Not

Chorus

F

Please give

Wt

Tune:

al rio

ya.

Will Send Thee USA. Go Where I Send Thee.

Words by Goddatd Graves, Tvru: Children,

Please give

me

A man that is His head

is

your attention, and

I'll

introduce to you,

First appearance, 36th edition.

"Our Red, White and Blue"; made of lumber and solid as a rock; a credit to

He is a common worker and his name is Mister Block. And Block, he thinks he may be President some day.

Go C

G7

shall

I

How

send thee.

G

shall

1

C

send thee?

I'm

going

to

send thee

C

Chorus

bom by mistake. me ache.

Oh, Mister Block, you were

You take the cake, you make Tie a rock on

your block and then jump

one by one;

in the take;

Go,

How

Yes, Mr. Block

I'm going to send thee

is

lucky; he found a job, by gee!

But when he

He

tried to find his job,

shouted, "That's too raw,

Block hiked back

I'll

One truck,*

he sure was out of luck.

fix

to the city, but wasn't

Election day he shouted,

The "comrade" got But

"A

Socialist for

elected, he

after the election

happy was

Mayor!" for sure,

And Comrade Block did

him on the block.t him to his job."

sob,"I helped

shall

I

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

Old Pete thick: gear

t Bull:

84

cop

meet the Astorbilts and John D. Rockefell."

said. "Is that so? You'll

meet them down below."

great- est

thing

on

earth!

One Big

one by one;

Union,

send thee. I

send thee?

I'm going to send thee two by two;

right.'

Two

for the

One

for the

(with

opposing classes,

One Big Union each new verse, repeat all previous .

.

Three

for the three stars shining

Four

say for the four hour day

I

.

.

Five for the five in 1905, a union

Seven you see

for the

Eight for the workers

Nine Poor Block, he died one evening, I'm very glad

ion,

send thee?

Six for the six departments

he got an awful shock:

A great big Socialist Bull did rap

I

for the

How shall

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 sec Sam Gompers and he'll fix that foreman Sam Gompers said, "You see, you've got our sympathy."

-

Greatest thing on earth!

Go

them with the law."

shall

One Big Un

for the

send thee.

Kindly do that for Liberty's sake.

The shark got seven dollars, for job and fare and fee. They shipped him to a desert and dumped him with his

•

one

shall

I

Ten

for the workers

GEB at

.

.

verses)

.

.

.

bom

then and

still

alive

.

.

.

.

the factory gate

on the picket

for the workers in the state

line

pen

.

.

.

,

.

.

.

The three stars are educaiion.cmancipation.organiiation.The six departments which new members are classified by the Industrial Union are; Agriculture, Mining, Construction, Manufacture, Transportation- Communi cation, and Public Service. The GEB is the seven member General Executive Board. State pen is the State Penitentiary.

Rob A TYain

Links on the Chain

Words and music by Eddie Holewa, U.SA.

Words and music by Phil Oehs. U.S.A. First appearance,

First appearance, 36lh edition.

gun

-man was

He

draw:

with ihe

sad- died

G

my

sioleall

wa-ges

in

his

the

sher

-

G

07

With

tak-enem

he'd

said

iff

When

*C

I

Bui

Mak-mg

And you

door.

Ihe

of

most of

(he

my

fad

-

ed

jeans

ihe

good

are

ran

v

limes

-

i

-

"Round

crum-pled

and

nickels

the

build-ing

stan-ed

And you

start

build-

ed

-

mg

links

ling

j==h

l^-=

on all

Ihe

"
c well. Ye doriy blackleg miner. I

believe in freedom cannot rest believe in freedom cannot rest until

it

come

Chorus

We who We who

So

join the union while ye may. Don't wan nil yei dyin' day,

believe in freedom cannot rest believe in freedom cannot rest unlit

Until the killing of black

'Cause that may not be far away Ye durt\ blackleg miner.

it

come

men.

Black mother's sons, Is as

important as the killing of white men.

White mother's sons. Written

in

IK40\

.i^

j

naming to potential vjbsuhnm.'re being imported

imnhi'M >>! lingtand from js ur away ,i> Cornwall and Ireland. wi>rik arc in Ihe (ieordic iNcweasile area) accent; 'Divvent gan' means hoy" means throw, 'dorty' is dim. Blackleg refers to a scab Roih htocileg iit.l «w4> urigifUlil) referred to o>» iliseasev into the

The

diHi't p»»

That which touches I

Which was passed on

to

(To me) young people

come

They have (And

Aragon Mill

if)

As they

Wards and music by Si Kahn. U.S.A. First appearance, \6th edition.

I

the courage

when

Who

I

gel. the belter

my

I

know

going on

the) reins are in the

Not needing need

As we

hands of the young

to)

to clutch for

power,

the light just to shine

on me,

be one in the number

stand against tyranny.

Struggling myself don't I've

failed.

light

dare to run against the storm.

(Not needing

(1

first,

where we

carry us through the gale.

That the secret of (Is

me.

can but shed some

(The older)

E

me most

had a chance to work with the people. Passing on to others that Is that

come

mean

a

whole

lot,

to realize

(That) teaching others to stand and light lull

68

ih.it

says

Ar

Is -

;i

-

gon

the only

way our

siuggle survives.

Mill

25

Staying Out

Buy This American Car Wordi and musk by Charlie King,

Tune; This

U.S.A.

ear

was

as-

sem- bled

A

so spend-ing your

7

on some

tin

Mo

al

-

G

C

fac-to-ries for

and

eign

-

-

port

for de

-

and we're gon

cent pay,

our

-

na

have our

say.

07

from

gath-ered

are care- fut- ly

have

na

-

and we're gon

makes

G

D

Com-pon- ems

boil.

tors' oil

cheap for-eign im

struck

C

G7

G

D

Gcn-er-

We

i-can

-

G

C

.soil

on A- mer

right here

pari

in

Light of Mine.

First appearance, 36th edition.

First appearance, 36th edition.

This

On The Line

little

C

by

as- sem- bled right here

then

far,

G

A

-

GTo Coda 3x

'*

We're

stay- ing out

on the

Till

line.

we

that

get

con -tract

signed

B7

?1

Get car.

It

wait-ed so

has

G

long,

has

it

B

Fine

trav

Bridge

so

eled

•

it

get

signed,

get

signed,

it

it

signed.

far,

C

_

We

struck for decent pay, we're gonna have our say. (repeat 2x's)

And 44

buythis A-mer-i-can

Line

car.

G

and

then they lob- by for quo- tas on

D

Have our

say,

have our say, have our say.

G We're staying out on the

29

Saabs and Toy

-

o

las,

-

they

"For-eign

scream,

C

31

la- bor

un

-

in

com

•

with

iron

blue

an- y

A-mer-i

-

can

mil

col-lar

for

-

eign-

lion

•

From factories foreign and far, Then assembled right here by American

than

The Union's standing tall All for one and one for all. All for one and one for all.

(repeat 2x's)

soil,

This song came out of the 989 strike by the machinists, flight attendants and pilots against Eastern Airlines. The airline went into bankruptcy as a union busting ploy, refused several attempts by the unions to buy it and went out of business. This song was collected from Joanne Delaplaine. 1

robots.

car.

Chorus Buy, buy this American car, buy this American car. It has waited so long, it has traveled so far. buy this American steel was all made in Japan And pressed into shape in Botswana, For the engines they pay 20 pesos a day To the workers of South Tijuana. The ignition's Korean, the tires arc French, The bumper's from Botany Bay;

The

uniting these nations, they use automation.

Ain't that the

it

There

aire.

This car was assembled in part right here on American So spending your tin on some cheap foreign import Makes General Motors' oil boil. Components are carefully gathered

Hey! That's an American

en

D.C. atlFine

-

Get

line.

get that contract signed, (repeat 2x's) signed, get it signed, get it signed.

There's no way we'll submit To a cut in benefits, (repeat 2x's) Benefits, benefits, benefits.

D

A7

we

I've

G

got more

And

Well.

fair!"

Till

American way?

po You KH*W fUVLelT

car.

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55

This Little Scab Words by Chicago Branch I WW and Local 329, Service F.mployies Int% U.S.A. Tunc; This Old Man.

Firu appearance, 3Stk

A women's struggle is hard Even with a union

card.

She's got to stand on her

And

own two

not be a servant of a male

feet.

elite.

edition. It's

time to take a stand, keep working hand in hand.

There's a job that's got to be done and a fight that's got to be won. Guthrie verses

O W3 TRO Ludlow Musk. I

Workingfolk Unite Words; E.S. Nelson. Music: "Red Wing". 1909 edition.

First appearance,

Conditions they are bad. And some of you are sad; You cannot see your enemy,

The class that lives in luxury. You workingfolk are poor — This

little

S/he

is

Will be forevermore ~ As long as you permit the few

scab, s/he plays one,

To guide your Chorus

Chorus With a knick-knack paddy-whack Throw a scab a stone. This tittle scab is going home! This Is

little

we

be slaves and work for wages? - has been for ages; This earth by right belongs to toilers. And not to spoilers of liberty. Shall It is

still

outrageous

scab, s/he plays two,

there nothing s/he won't

The master

do?

class is small,

But they have This

destiny.

scabbing just for fun.

little

When we

scab, s/he plays three,

Scab on you and scab on me.

If

lots

of

gall;

unite to gain our right,

they resist we'll use our might;

is no middle ground, This fight must be one round.

There This

little

scab, s/he plays four.

To

Helps the boss keep workers poor. This

little

victory, for liberty.

Our

class

is

marching on!

scab, s/he plays five,

Workingfolk, unite! This time s/he gets out alive. This

little

We must

scab, s/he plays six,

Scabbing's

how

s/he gets her/his kicks.

put

This fight This

little

scab, s/he plays seven,

This

little

scab won't go to heaven.

This

little

scab, s/he plays eight,

Hurry scab or you'll be This

little

fight.

is

not in vain.

We've got a world to gain. Will you be a fool, a capitalist? And serve your enemy?

late.

Star-Spangled George Bush

scab, s/he plays nine,

Walked across a picket

up a

To make us free from slavery And capitalistic tyranny;

Words by Albert Schatz. Tune: Star-Spangled Banner.

line.

First appearance,

This

little

scab, s/he plays ten,

This

little

scab won't scab again.

O, say can you see, By the dawn's early light. The poor on the street

Where they spent This song was whiten on the Augustana Nursing Home picket line in Chicago, winter of 1975-76. At one poinl the cops were called in because the more artistic striken were making snowpeople on the nursing home's front lawn that the scabs recognized as obscene caricature* of themselves

520

the

whole night?

torn clothes and worn shoes, Through the perilous night, Let them freeze while the rich Saw them gallantly dying.

Whose

And

I.U.

36th edition.

the street light's bright glare.

The cold snow in the air, Gave proof through the night That the rich do not care.

So you see the

star-

Spangled banner now waves, O'er land of the rich, And the poor people's graves.

$1.00

Additional verses appeared in the

May

1992 issue of the Industrial Worker.

Vol. Ass. 54

39

"

Soul Stealers

Wobbly Doxology

Words

Words from the Australian I WW.

&

music by Kathleen Taylor, U.SA.

First appearance, 36th edition.

Music: "Doxology". First appearance. 35th edition, entitled "The Boss.

G

Eml

C

Brni

They

come

to

your era- die

ear-

Q

Ami

Ami

mom

when

Praise boss

•

work

ing

-

chime.

bells

And

they

pull

chunks of

o

-

ver

-

time. Praise

him whose blood

•

a-

And

they've

put your

yell.

fight.

him.

Praise

fat

leech

and

par

-

a

-

too

young

to

G

Soul

Steal- ers

Mum and

come

take a-

Dad

to sleep so

G

C

steal

the

G

does no good to

it

Ami

to

way

C

Ami

G

Ami

we

still

cov-ers and they

the

Q

y light.

wars

way

C

Ami

for

you're

Praise

fight,

him

when

ly,

your soul and

cast

you

in- to

site

G

Soul

hell.

when morning work-bells chime. him for chunks of overtime. Praise him whose bloody wars we fight.

Steal- ers!

Soul

Ami

Ami

Eml

Catch you in

Steal- ers!

their

plan.

Soul

Praise boss

Steal- ers! Soul

Praise

Praise him, fat leech and parasite.

Aw

C

Steal- en!

Re

-

C

Ami

sist

them

if

Ami

you

Re

can.

F

- sist

them.

Ami

Emi

hell!

sist

them.

sist

them

if

you

can.

They come

to your cradle early, when you're still too young to fight. they pull away the covers and they take away the light, they put your and Dad to sleep so it does no good to yell. Soul stealers come to steal your soul and cast you into hell.

And And

Lumberjack's Prayer Words by T-Bone Slim (Vale mint Huhtai, USA. Tune: Doxology.

Mum

They slip a black sack over your head and they whisper, "It's only a dream." They paralyze your body so you can not run nor scream. You're helpless and invisible; they carry you away Right past your sleeping family just at the break of day.

pray dear Lord for Jesus sake Give us this day a T-Bone steak.

Chorus

Hallowed be Thy Holy Name, But don't forget to send the same.

Soul

I

Oh, hear

With

tomatoes on the

sliced

Observe

me on my bended

*

side.

I

cry.

to play

if you can.

They'll steal the light out of your eyes and the thoughts out of your brain. They'll steal the songs right off your lips and the life blood from your veins.

we know Your holy wish. On Friday we must have a fish.

They'll

weak and spirit stale; make that fish a whale.

bend your back and they'll break your heart; they'll use you as they will. you how to work for them, and your soul they'll take and kill.

They'll teach

is

And now you know why your Daddy drank and why his hair turned gray. And why your Mum so seldom laughed, and why they could not play. And now you think that the Soul Stealers were a nightmare long ago.

Oh, hear me, Lord, remove these "dogs," These sausages of powdered logs; The bull beef hash and bearded snouts, Take them to Hell or thereabouts.

With alum bread and pressed beef butts. Dear Lord, they've damn near ruined my The whitewash milk and oleorine, I wish to Christ I'd never seen.

've learned to

you games

Soul Stealers! Soul Stealers! Resist them

Oh, Lord,

You better

if you can.

Soul Stealers.1 Soul Stealers! Catch you in their plan.

stuff some oysters in that bird.

flesh

in their plan.

Chorus

Almighty Host,

Let your kindly heart be stirred

Our

Catch you

agree with them and that struggle won't avail. with them, they'll teach you how to fail. They'll slip cold shackles around your feet and they'll beat you in the race. And they'll teach you that's your lot in life; they'll teach you that's your place. They'll teach

quite forgot the quail on toast.

And

Stealers.'

stealers'

And when you

legs,

I'm asking you for ham and eggs. And if thou havest custard pies, fd like, dear Lord, the largest size.

Oh, hear my

Soul

ways are many and hard to understand, For they murmur words of comfort as they take you by the hand. They'll show you the painted horses and they'll tell you what to feel. And if you disagree with them, they'll break you on the wheel. Soul

my humble cry, O Lord.

And send us down some decent board, Brown gravy and some German fried

Stealers.'

Soul Stealers! Soul Stealers.' Resist them

But you're haunted by an emptiness that will not

let

you

go.

Last Chorus guts;

Soul Stealers'. Soul Stealers! Catch you in their plan. Soul Stealers! Soul Stealers! Resist them if you can. Resist them, resist them, resist them if you can.

O Kathleen Taylor

40

53

Stung Right Words by Joe

Oh, hear me, Lord, I'm praying still, But if you won't, our Union will. Put porkchops on the bill of fare And starve no workers anywhere.

Hill, U.S.A.

Fint appearance, 1913

edition.

G

D

Answer to Prayer (Recitation) I

>

was hik-tng round

(own

the

to

a

find

one day,

job

I

am happy to say that this prayer has been Answered - by the "old man" himself. I

D

A7

E

He tells me he has furnished plenty for all. And that if I'm not getting mine It's

because I'm not organized

Sufficiently to force

The master to loosen

a

take

•round

dip

the

world

d

a

Un

in

-

Sam- my i

cle

fleet."

He tells me He has no knowledge Of "dogs," pressed beef butts, etc. And that they are probably

I

$

e

up.

Products of the Devil.

He

further informs

The

me that

Capitalists are children

of His'n

And that he absolutely refuses To participate in any children's squabbles. He believes in fighting it out along The 5

stung right, stung right.

D

-

T U G -

-

N

•

G

Stung

right,

stung

lines

of Industrial Unionism.

-Yours in faith T-Bone Slim

right.

'meals, as in board and

room

Fight Like Hell There will

free.

be

more

no

a- round the world

trips

me.

for

Wonts by Mary (Mother) Joint, U.SA.

Musk and adaptation by Krittin Lena. Fint appearance, 36th

When I was saw a

edition.

hiking 'round the town to find a job one day,

"A thousand fools are wanted right away, To take a trip around the world in Uncle Sammy's fleet" I signed my name a dozen times upon a great big sheet. I

sign,

Chorus Stung

right,

stung

right,

Stung

right,

stung

right,

When my term

is over,

S-T-U-N-G.

E-Z mark that's me: and again I'm free

There will be no more trips around the world for me.

The recruiter said, "The U.S. fleet, that is no place for slaves. The only thing you have to do is stand and watch the waves." But

in the

morning, five o'clock, they

To scrub

the deck and polish brass

One day

a dude in uniform to

I

woke me from my snooze

and shine the

me commenced

captain's shoes.

They slammed me

On bread and One day

right then in irons

water then

I

He made us

out.

and said "You are a case."

lived for twenty-seven days.

show you something nice; go ashore and have some exercises."

the captain said, 'Today

All hands line up, we'll

down and

that

we

could run

weighed half a

ton.

Some time ago when Uncle Sammy had a war with Spain. And many of the boys in blue were in the battle slain. were

all

The

biggest part that died were by killed

by

gtv

-

ing

to

the

liv -

log,

fight

like

belli

Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living, Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living,

We gotta keep giving to the living, fight like hell! Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the contract, (3 times)

We gotta keep givin' and livin',

fight like hell!

Pray for the dead and keep on a-movin' and a-shakin', (3 times)

We gotta keep givin' to the livin',

by any means; by Armour's Pork and Beans.

bullets, though, not

fight like hell!

Pray for the dead and keep on organizing, (3 times)

We gotta keep givin' to the livin', Mary Jones was an

Not

killed

keep

I'll

run for seven miles as fast as

And with a packing on our back

U

Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living,

to shout.

simply plugged him in the jaw and knocked him

got*

fight like hell!

early 20th century U.S. coal

mine union organizer and crusader

against child labor.

41

Cotton Mill Girls Words and music by Hedy West and traditional

Song of My Da

First appearance, 36th edition.

Words and music by Paul O 'Sritn, Ireland, First appearance, 36th edition.

1

I've

worked

cot- ton

the

in

C

mill

G7

noth-

got

ain't

in'

but a

-

low

knife

C

cot- ton

Chorus

mill

It's

G7

times

hard

girls. It's

times.

'"hard

CO!

ev

-

'ry

and

1

hard

times

where.

U'i

C

-

ton

milt

girls, it's

C

G7

life,

C

r

-.

my

C

Bar

F

of

all

hard

times

F

'Stroll

13

CM-

ton mill

C

girls,

hard

It's

G7

*hard

times

ev

-

the

in

park.

lis

My,

J.

where.

'ry

girls

C

C

1

1

cot- ton milt

lime-,.

In

where

father, a carter

When the noun

on the dockside in Dublin,

of work were dawn until dark.

His only pleasures, the love of

my mother,

A pint on a Sunday and a stroll in the park. I've

in the cotton mill all of my life. got nothin' but a Barlow knife. hard times, cotton mill girls, hard times everywhere.

worked

And It's

It's

I

The

ain't

hard times, cotton mill

girls,

It's

hard times, cotton mill

girls,

It's

hard times, cotton mill girls, hard times everywhere.

It's

They

we heard it said, to the cotton country and gel ahead." hard times, cotton mill girls. hard times everywhere.

Saying,

When

13s kids work twelve hours a day For fourteen cents of measly pay. It's It's

lived through those bad days, and Christ!

"We must stick

the bosses called

He answered, "We're

hard times, cotton mill girls. hard times everywhere.

it

It's

on them to fight the Great War Game, on here at home,

fighting

your weapons are guns,

Your cause

is profit,

But ours

the Union, our cause is our

They

hard times, cotton mill girls. hard times everywhere.

is

In the

it enough to break your heart? Hafta work all day and at night it's dark. It's hard times, cotton mill girls. It's hard times everywhere

I

die don't bury

me

is

and

a bit

own." more,

their spirit's alive.

words they passed on

"Demand what

that

I

tell

you now, son:

yours or youll never survive!"

at all,

my

bones in alcohol. Hang me up on the spinning room wallIt's hard times everywhere.

Just pickle

lived for the three score

Both are now dead

Ain't

When

days.

out or we're better off dead!"

Every morning just at five, You gotta get up, dead or alive. It's

They were sad

He often went home with a cut on his head; My ma gave him comfort, attended his wounds

"Move It's

then and he founded the Union,

Larkin's vision that all working people Must never bow down, but stand up in pride.

In nineteen fifteen

It's

man came

He shared

Chorus It's

big

My da agreed with him and stood on his side,

is James Larfcin, founder of the Irish Transport and General Worker's Union, 1908. chief speaker at Joe Hill's funeral in Chicago: arrested in the 1919 Palnrr Raids and imprisoned for three years in NY. on a "criminal anarchy" conviction

The "big man"

before returning to Ireland.

and 30s. large numbers of southern U.S. hill farmers, adults and children, found work in the cotton mills. Malnutrition and bad working conditions caused 36% of the young mill workers to die before they were 25, usually from brown lung" caused by breathing the In the 20's

'

OPiul O'Brien

lint filled air.

O

42

1062,

Hedy West

51

Rise Again

Down At The Picketline

Words and music by Tom Juravich, U.S.A.

Music:

First appear anct, 36th edition.

Down By The Riverside

First apptaranet, 36th edition

G

Chorus i

J

V

«J

I'm goo- na

07

8

Q

07

C

down

lay

my

crescent wrench

D7

G

Down

at

the

Down

at

(lie

G

«T pick- et-

Down

line,

pick- et-

the

at

07 Q lii

C

»TJ JfJ

J

f

D7 Q

go

j

gon-na

pick-el- line. I'm

pick- et- line,

r lay

]|J

i

down my

D7 G J

ere- scent

y

ah_JHy

r '|J*j

r

Down

wrench

down

the

at

pick

Un-leii

C

-

et

line.

work

I

07

-

G

for

I

Un-ion

ain't

pay.

C

Chorus

I

a whisper but loud as a

can feel something a

roar.

stirring,

Like I never have before.

We've been quiet too long,

We've been

You had

my friends,

quiet for thirty years now,

the work, and

gon

ain't

you gave us the pay;

But with hard times 'round the comer,

You

think we've seen our better day.

But we're not going back to where

we began

'Cause the working folks of this country will rise again.

I'm

gonna lay down

Down at

Now, you say

that

you don't need

me

lay me off; no work, you say. You expect to see my head a-hanging As I pack and walk away.

And you

But with

As

my

brothers and sisters, so proudly we'll stand

the working folks of this country rise again.

And I've heard tell of Big Bill Haywood* And Elizabeth Gurley Flynn.t They were old-time union warriors, Gave no thought to giving in.

We will rekindle As

that spirit again

the working folks of this country rise again.

t Early

[WW official and orator IWW organizer and agitator

O

Tom Junvich

* Early

50

1982,

my

crescent wrench,

the picketline, (repeat 2x's)

Chorus I ain 't

gonna go

to

work today

Unless I work for Union pay.

gonna go to work today, gonna go to work today Unless I work for Union pay : I ain't gonna work today.

I ain't 1 ain't

my union card Down at the picketline.... I'm gonna pick up

I'm

gonna

Down at I'm

fight for

a decent wage

the picketline....

gonna stand

Down at

for

the

gon- na

I can feel the spirit building, Soft as

at

Q

D7

work to-day

to

line,

my

union rights

the picketline....

Thit song came out of the U.S. 1989 strike by machinists, (light attendants and pilots against Eastern Airlines. The airline went into bankruptcy as a union busting ploy, refused several union attempts lo buy it and went out of business. The song was collected from Joanne Delaplaine.

1

Me Not

Forget

The Preacher and the Slave

(A Layoff Lament)

Wordi by Joe

Firtt appearance, 36tH edition.

Hill,

U.S.A.

Tune In The Sweet Bye And Bye. Fint appearance, 1911 Edition

Long-haired preach- ers come out

ev-

'ry

Try to

night,

c

*

Un-ions

from sea

(hit will stretch

to

C

we

can

hell

Look

sin- vive?

Chon*

I'm

tin-

dar

i -

-

1

For

ty

-

i

C

-

ev- er,

my

But

try-

spir-it's

I.

the

you what's wrong and what's

tell

I

-

un

a

seen

er

And

ion

mem- ber

I'm

They

my

un- ion tpir-

still

cant pay the

swer with

rent,

Look

at

me

-

In that

glo

land a- cove the sky

ri-ous

•

(way up high). Work and F

Bt

(work and

pray),

live

on

bay

(live

on bay),

You'll get

we

when you

die

(that's

Long-haired preachers

spirit high.

a

lie).

come out

ev'ry night,

you what's wrong and what's right; But when asked about something to eat,

Try to

They

And I can pay the rent,

tell

will

answer with voices so sweet:

Chorus

't

Have you ever seen a union member cry?

You will eat (you will eat) bye and bye (bye and bye),

For twenty years

In that glorious land

worked

I

in this factory;

had job security. But the robots have arrived, thought that

VDTs have thrived, needed

Lord knows

But

And And

I

there wasn't I

lost

I

my

need

I

my

any room

left

there for me.

vote you see,

Oh, you can force

weaker 'cause I'm gone,

out of the union,

can't force the

For twenty years

And I

me

is

union out of me.

I've paid

my dues,

refuse to believe

My union isn't there for me. Written in a workshop conducted by Arlene Mantel in 1983, Ontario,

wage

•6 and 5 t U.I.C.

-

And And

the starvation

army they

hay).

play,

they sing and they clap and they pray,

Then they

now.

the union's strength

above the sky (way up high). Work and pray (work and pray), live on hay (live on You'll get pie in the sky when you die (that's a lie).

your coin on the drum; you when you're on the bum:

Till they get all

union, it

they lost track of me.

But you

the

C.t

I.

Solidarity Forever,

my union my spirit's almost spent,

ever

in

survive?

Trying hard to keep

If

pie

F

to sea.

I'm lining up for U.

And I'm singing.

the

ces so

have you

sky

the hell can

And And

-

C

talking about building strong unions,

that will stretch

How

I

voi

it

bye)

Chorus

tell

If you fight for the good things in life. They will tell you to stop all the strife; Be a sheep for the bosses, they say, Or to hell you are sure on the way. *

Workingfolk of Side by side

When the To

all

we

countries unite;

for

freedom

world and

its

will fight.

wealth

we have gained

the grafters we'll sing this refrain:

Last Chorus

You will eat, bye and bye, controls

unemployment insurance compensation.

When

you've learned

Chop some wood,

And you'll eat in

44

-

cry?

from sea With high tech and 6 and 5*.

But

an

Ami

C7

Unions

will

Chona

pray

We're

a- bout

G7

C

-

when asked C7

F7 ev

But

right

F

C.

C

al-mos! spent, and

Q7

F

U

ing hard to keep

07

F

^iigh.

how

n \n nnj]i

i

\

•

for

F

[

sing ing Sol

up

ing

C

in j u n n ,0

5,

Q7

me-

at

Q7

F

\

With high tech and 6 and

sea.

D

how

'twill

to cook and do you good,

the sweet bye

and

to fry;

bye. (That's

no

lief)

49

Freedom Road

Potter Valley Mill Worth and mtuie-Darryl Ckerney

Words and musk by Leslie Fish,

A Judi Bari.CS.

C

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F

C

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it

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