| Show A SONG OF THE 13 prow pron the kingston N V Y freman freeman when the ice harvesters struck with lingers fingers that never know knew toil with nose nobe tip swollen and red A delegate sat in his easy chair eating 4 the labor laborers erl bread I 1 strike strike I 1 nor dare return to your work and still with his swaggering insolent air he sang the song of the shirk strike strike strike I 1 till the children are crying for bread I 1 strike strike strike I 1 till the root roof is torn from your head ill I 1 it is oh I 1 to have a king and dwell away over the sea where knights and bosses are still unknown if this is liberty I 1 shirk shirt shirk shirk the duty we owe to man shirk shirk sh shirk irk As only a delegate can I 1 fine and assessment and due due and assessment and fine ana nuch buch is the stuff on which delegates live lire and swagger and drink and dine strike strike strike the delegate passed this way strike strike strike ill he orders you must obey I 1 and ask not the reason why nor kor murmur against their decree tor for none must work where oey hey say no I 1 in this country of the fret free I 1 oh I 1 men with children dear oh ob I 1 men with daughters and wives it is not the rich ye are starving out but your hungry childrens lives I 1 strike strike strike to please your casters wasters still ye te are slaves io to a band of plundering knaves who will bleed you as long as ye will I 1 shirk shirk shirk the duty you owe to man shirk shirk shirk I 1 As only a delegate can it is strange that laborers choose As champions of their cause men were never known to use anything save their jaws |
