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# Songs of the Workers (15th edition)/Mr. Block

MR. BLOCK By Joe Hill (Air: "It Looks To Me Like a Big Time Tonight")
Please give me your attention, I'll introduce to you A man that is a credit to "Our Red, White and Blue"; His head is made of lumber, and solid as a rock; He is a common worker and his name is Mr. Block. And Block he thinks he may Be President some day.
CHORUS:
Oh, Mr. Block, you were born by mistake, You take the cake, You make me ache. Tie on a rock to your block and then jump in the lake, Kindly do that for Liberty's sake.
Yes, Mr. Block is lucky; he found a job, by gee! The sharks got seven dollars, for job and fare and fee. They shipped him to a desert and dumped him with his truck, But when he tried to find his job, he sure was out of luck. He shouted, "That's too raw, I'll fix them with the law."
Block hiked back to the city, but wasn't 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 see Sam Gompers and he'll fix that foreman right." Sam Gompers said, "You see, You've got our sympathy."
Election day he shouted, "A Socialist for Mayor!" The "comrade" got elected, he happy was for fair,
But after the election he got in awful shock. A great big socialistic Bull did rap him on the block. And Comrade Block did sob, "I helped him to his job."
Poor Block, he died one evening, I'm very glad to state; He climbed the golden ladder up to the pearly gate. He said, "Oh, Mr. Peter, one word I'll like to tell, I'd like to meet the Astorbilts and John D. Rockefell." Old Pete said, "Is that so? You'll meet them down below."
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Songs of the Workers (15th edition)/Paint 'Er Red

PAINT 'ER RED By Ralph. H. Chaplin (Tune: "Marching Through 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!
In factory and field and mine we gather in our might, We're on the job and know the way to win the hardest fight, For the beacon that shall guide us out of darkness into light, Is ONE BIG INDUSTRIAL UNION!
Come on, you fellows, get in line; we'll fill the boss with fears; Red's the color of our flag, it's stained with blood and tears— We'll flout it in his ugly mug and ring our loudest cheers For ONE BIG INDUSTRIAL UNION!
"Slaves" they call us "working plugs," inferior by birth, But when we hit their pocketbooks we'll spoil their smiles or mirth— We'll stop their dirty dividends and drive them from the earth With ONE BIG INDUSTRIAL UNION!
We hate their rotten system more than any mortals do, Our aim is not to patch it up, but built it all anew, And what we'll have for government, when finally we're through, Is ONE BIG INDUSTRIAL UNION!
Full size red felt pennants with large I.W.W. label and the wording, One Big Union. With the design and wording in three colors this makes an attractive appearance for demonstrations, and for decorating halls, etc. Price 25 cents each, postpaid.
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# Songs of the Workers (15th edition)/May Day Song

MAY DAY SONG Music by Rudolf von Liebich Words by Ralph Chaplin
O, Labor Day, O, First of May, Welcome and honored on land and on sea. Winter so drear must disappear, Fair days are coming for you and for me. We, of the old world, building the New, Ours is the will and the power to do; Then let us sing, hail to the Spring— Hail to the Day we can strike to be free!
Banner so red, high overhead, Hated and feared by the powers that be! In every land firmly we stand; Men of all nations who labor are we. Under one banner, standing as one, Claiming the earth ond our place in the sun. Then let us sing, hail to the Spring— Hail to the Day we can strike to be free!
O, Labor Day, O, First of May, Warm with the gleam of the bright days to be! Join in the throng, fearless and strong— One mighty Union of world industry. Shoulder to shoulder, each in his place, Ours is the hope of the whole human race. Then let us sing, hail to the Spring— Hail to the Day we can strike to be free!
Words and music of "We have Fed You All For a Thousand Years" can be obtained in attractive sheet form by applying to I. W. W. Publishing Bureau, Price 25 cents.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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# Songs of the Workers (15th edition)/John Golden and the Lawrence Strike

JOHN GOLDEN AND THE LAWRENCE STRIKE By Joe Hill (Tune: "A Little Talk With Jesus")
In Lawrence, when the starving masses struck for more to eat And wooden-headed Wood he tried the strikers to defeat, To Sammy Gompers wrote and asked him what he thought, And this is just the answer that the mailman brought:
CHORUS
A little talk with Golden Makes it right, all right; He'll settle any strike, If there's coin in sight; Just take him up to dine And everything is fine— A little talk with Golden Makes it right, all right.
The preachers, cops and money-kings were working hand in hand, The boys in blue, with stars and stripes were sent by Uncle Sam; Still things were looking blue, 'cause every striker knew
That weaving cloth with bayonets is hard to do.
John Golden had with Mr. Wood a private interview, He told him how to bust up the "I double double U." He came out in a while and wore the Golden smile. He said: "I've got all labor leaders skinned a mile."
John Golden pulled a bogus strike with all his "pinks and stools." He thought the rest would follow like a bunch of crazy fools. But to his great surprise the "foreigners" were wise, In one big solid union they were organized.
CHORUS OF LAST VERSE
That's one time Golden did not Make it right, all right; In spite of all his schemes The strikers won the fight. When all the workers stand United hand in hand, The world with all its wealth Will be at their command.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Bright College Days

BRIGHT COLLEGE DAYS
words and music by Tom Lehrer
Bright College Days, oh, carefree days that fly, To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. [Those wearing glasses raise them.] Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls.
Turn on the spigot, Pour the beer and swig it, And gaudeamus igit - ur.
Here's to parties we tossed, To the games that we lost. (We shall claim that we won them some day.) To the girls young and sweet, To the spacious back seat Of our roommate's beat-up Chevrolet. To the beer and benzedrine, To the way that the dean Tried so hard to be "pals" with us all. To excuses we fibbed, To the papers we cribbed From the genius who lived down the hall.
To the tables down at Mory's (wherever that may be) Let us drink a toast to all we love the best. We shall sleep through all the lectures and cheat on the exams, And we'll pass --- and be forgotten with the rest.
Soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife. Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life. But as we go our sordid separate ways, We shall ne'er forget thee, Thou golden college days.
Hearts full of youth, Hearts full of truth, Six parts gin to one part vermouth.
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Fight Fiercely, Harvard

* related portals: The Physical Revue.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.
FIGHT FIERCELY, HARVARD
words & music by Tom Lehrer
Fight fiercely, Harvard, Fight, fight, fight! Demonstrate to them our skill. Albeit they possess the might, Nonetheless we have the will. How we shall celebrate our victory, We shall invite the whole team up for tea (how jolly!) Hurl that spheroid down the field, and Fight, fight, fight!
Fight fiercely, Harvard, Fight, fight, fight! Impress them with our prowess, do! Oh, fellows, do not let the crimson down, Be of stout heart and true. Come on, chaps, fight for Harvard's glorious name, Won't it be peachy if we win the game? (oh, goody!) Let's try not to injure them, but Fight, fight, fight! (Let's not be rough, though) Fight, fight, fight! (And do fight fiercely!) Fight, fight, fight!
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Finch and Dench

FINCH AND DENCH
(from The Electric Company)
words and music by Tom Lehrer
Frederick Fin--ch Never would flin--ch Even in a pin--ch Never gave an in--ch Ev'rything was a cin--ch--ch For Freddie Fin--ch, Fin--ch--ch Freddie Fin--ch. (Alt. : Fin--dee--din--ch)
Deborah Den--ch Was a cool wen--ch Sitting on a ben--ch She would often clen--ch A book that was all in Fren--ch--ch Did Debbie Den--ch, Den--ch--ch, Debbie Den--ch. (Alt.: Den--dee--den--ch)
Finch saw Den--ch Reading her Fren--ch Thought he'd try to wren--ch Debbie from her ben--ch He brought a bun--ch Of flowers to lun--ch She was pleased as pun--ch And I have a hun--ch The two of them are now in a clin--ch--ch Den--ch And Fin--ch, Fin--ch--ch , Freddie Fin--ch. (Alt.: Fin--dee--din--ch or Dench and Fin--ch)
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Baby, Is It Love?

BABY, IS IT LOVE?
(original version)
words by Tom Lehrer
I see flashing strobes And mirrored globes And stereo merry-go-rounds.
A choir sings And a thousand strings Make luxuriant, prurient sounds.
You're, like --- beautiful This is real, this is right, this is it! You're, like --- beautiful This is it, but I have to admit
Though you're hugging me And there's sunsets and rockets and thunder Something's bugging me And I think of tomorrow and wonder:
| (Refrain:) | Some kind of magic has captured us Thrilled and enraptured us But --- Is this emotion devotion As deep as the ocean, Or what? Was that a tender caress Or only a grope? Baby, Is it love --- Or is it the dope? |
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Dodging the Draft at Harvard

DODGING THE DRAFT AT HARVARD (1952)
words by Tom Lehrer
tune: "Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning," by Irving Berlin
Oh, how I'd hate to go into the army, Oh, how I'd rather remain at home. That's why I am here today, Working hard to get an A, We're dodging the draft, We're dodging the draft, We're dodging the draft at Harvard. Some day you may have to go to Korea. Send us a souvenir if you can . While you are out destroying life, We'll be back home enjoying life. It's great to be an essential man.
Some are too old to get into the army. Some guys the army won 't even take. But we happily confess That the draft board says: 2S. We're dodging the draft, We're dodging the draft, We're dodging the draft at Harvard. Some day you may have to go to Korea. You may be leaving before too long. But our draft board, influential men, Insists we're all essential men, And who are we to say they're wrong? Entangling alliances With all the arts and sciences Will keep us home where we belong.
In revised lyrics written for the 25th Harvard reunion in 1972 (probably not used) "I" replaced by "we"; "Korea" replaced by "Vi-et Nam" and one couplet replaced by "Gee, but it's great to be out of the Army/Thank God our parents have got the dough."
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Fugue for Scientists

FUGUE FOR SCIENTISTS
words by Tom Lehrer music: "Fugue for Tinhorns" by Frank Loesser, from Guys and Dolls
MATH: I'd like to say right out That math's a thing, no doubt, The other sciences would be lost without It's true, it's true Albert Einstein says it's true And if Einstein says it's true, it's true, it's true.
PHYSICS: But as a scientist I really must insist That it is physics that ought to head the list That's right, that's right [Stephen Hawking] says that's right [originally Professor Oldenberg] And if [Hawking] says that's right, that's right, that's right.
CHEMISTRY:
But, boys, I can not see How you can not agree That the most important is chemistry Oh yes, oh yes [President Conant] says oh yes And if [Conant] says oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
MATH: But after all is said Math is way ahead Who else can do research while lying in bed? It's true, etc.
PHYSICS: The atom bomb's a bit Of genius, you'll admit Just think of all the people we've killed with it That's right, etc.
CHEMISTRY: But listen here to me Where would your A-bombs be If it were not for little old chemistry? Oh yes, etc.
MATH: But let me make the point There's things that should be loint Besides inventing ways to blow up the joint It's true, etc.
PHYSICS: I really can't condemn The guys who take up chem For learning how to cook may appeal to them That's right, etc.
CHEMISTRY: But you can be sure, chum That in the years to come We are the guys you 're gonna be hearin' from
MATH: Math!! PHYSICS: Physics! CHEMISTRY: Chemistry! ALL: That's us!
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Clementine

* related works: College Songs/Oh My Darling Clementine.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
CLEMENTINE
words and music by Tom Lehrer
* (Cole Porter) In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, Far away from the boom-boom-boom of the city, She was so pretty, What a pity, Clementine. Oh, Clementine, Can't you tell from the howls of me? This love of mine Calls to you from the bowels of me. Are you discerning The returning Of this churning, burning, yearning for you?
* (Mozart) Era leggiera, e come una fairy, e sue shoes numero nine, Herring boxes senza topses Sandale per Clementina, si, per Clementina, si, Per Clementina, Sandale per Clementina, sandale per Clementin'. Clementina, Clementina, Cle-e-me-en-ti-na. Herring boxes senza topses sandale per Clementina, Herring boxes senza topses sandale per Clementina, Che sciagura, Clementina, Che sciagura, Clementina, Cara Clementina, cara Clementina-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
* (Bop) Drove those ducklings to the water --- yep-roc! Every morning, nine o'clock sharp -- oop-bop! -- beedle-ee-ah! Stubbed her toe upon a splinter, Stubbed her toe upon a splinter -- kloo-ga-mop! -- ooh -ooh! Fell into the foamy brine, Dig that crazy Clementine! Man!
* (Gilbert and Sullivan) That I missed her depressed her Young sister named Esther. This mister to pester She'd try. Now a pestering sister's a festering blister, You'd best to resist her, Say I. The mister resisted, The sister persisted, I kissed her, all loyalty slipped. When she said I could have her, Her sister's cadaver Must surely have turned in its crypt, yes, yes, yes yes! Now I love she and she loves me. Enraptured are the both of we, Yes, I love her and she loves I, And will through all eternitye. See what I mean?
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Be Prepared

BE PREPARED
words and music by Tom Lehrer
Be prepared! That's the Boy Scouts' marching song. Be prepared! As through life you march along. Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well, Don't write naughty words on walls if you can't spell.
Be prepared! To hide that pack of cigarettes. Don't make book, If you cannot cover bets. Keep those reefers hidden where you're sure That they will not be found And be careful not to smoke them When the scoutmaster's around, For he only will insist that they be shared. Be prepared!
Be prepared! That's the Boy Scouts' solemn creed. Be prepared! And be clean in word and deed. Don't solicit for your sister, that's not nice, Unless you get a good percentage of her price.
Be prepared! And be careful not to do Your good deeds When there's no one watching you. If you're looking for adventure Of a new and different kind, And you come across a Girl Scout Who is similarly inclined, Don't be nervous, don't be flustered, don't be scared. Be prepared!
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Deep Doodoo

DEEP DOODOO
words and music by Tom Lehrer written for the PBS special “Listen Up!” (1992) sung by Keith Carradine
* When the classroom’s packed, and the library’s shut, And ev'ry year there’s a budget cut, And the textbooks only keep on gettin’ dumber, When standards seem to be on the skids, And it gets so even the kids have kids, And ev’ryone can hardly wait till summer ------- Then we’re in deep doodoo, Deep, deep doodoo. What can folks like me and you do When the doodoo Gets so deep? ........ and gettin’ deeper ........
* When we can’t compete with the Japanese, Or the Portuguese, or the chimpanzees, And ev’rybody plays by diff’rent rules, It ain’t a question of when or whether, Any fool can put two and two together, Unless they took new math at one of our schools. Yes, we’re in deep doodoo, Deep, deep doodoo. God knows there’s plenty to do When the doodoo Gets so deep ........ and gettin’ deeper .......
* When some schools feel like combat sectors, With guns and gangs and metal detectors (Remember how we felt guilty just “playin’ hooky”?) When the school is broke, and homework’s a joke, And the kids do booze or grass or coke, We’ve come a long way from choc’late milk and a cookie. And we’re in deep doodoo, Deep, deep doodoo, And it’s gonna take more than voodoo ‘Cause the doodoo Is so deep ........ and gettin’ deeper .......
* People keep givin’ me the same old pitch: “If you’re so smart, why ain’t you rich?” I’ve heard that all my life, and I know it by heart. And to tell the truth, I wish I knew, But, America, I’m askin’ you: If you’re so rich......why ain’t you smart? Yes, we’re in deep doodoo, Deep, deep doodoo. So ask yourself what can you do When the doodoo Gets so deep. It’s time to look and time to leap, There’s promises we’ve got to keep, And as you sow, so shall you reap, But whatever it is, it won’t be cheap, ‘Cause the doo.....doo.....is.....so.....deep!
# Songs and Lyrics (Lehrer)/Don't Major in Physics

DON'T MAJOR IN PHYSICS
words by Tom Lehrer
music: "The Trouble with Women" by Kurt Weill (from One Touch of Venus)
(1st student) Oh, I once loved a sweet Physics student, The loveliest girl one could find, But I tried to get close and I cudent, For she said that she wasn't "that kind." More often a king weds a commoner Than a physicist makes a housewife, For they only are versed in phenomener That have nothing to do with real life.
(Chorus) So don 't ever major in Physics, Try History, English , or Gov, For you may learn a lot about science, But you won 't learn a thing about love.
(2nd student) Oh, I too loved a young Physics major, She was pretty and healthy and pure, But I wouldn't take one now on a wager, For they all are like her, I am sure. She didn't like couches or hammocks Or walks in the moonlight for two. All she thought of was thermodynammocks, So what, tell me what, could I do?
(Chorus)
(3rd student) Now I have the opposite status: I like physics and my girl does not. I tried showing her my apparatus, But a blank smile was all that I got. She asked me why I was in Physics, And advised me to transfer to Ec, And whenever I tried to talk Physics, All she wanted to do was to neck! (ugh!)
(Chorus)
# Sonnets, Devotional and Memorial. XIV. Old Church in an English Park

* Old Church in an English Park, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 35 (Thoughts and Recollections), 1834.
* Old Church in an English Park, in Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems (Sonnets, Devotional and Memorial), 1834.
# Sonnets, Devotional and Memorial. XV. A Church in North Wales

* A Church in North Wales, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 35 (Thoughts and Recollections), 1834.
* A Church in North Wales, in Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems (Sonnets, Devotional and Memorial), 1834.
# Sonnets Written at the Lyceum Theatre

A poem consisting of two sonnets dedicated to Ellen Terry: "Portia" and "Queen Henrietta Maria".
* "Portia" and "Queen Henrietta Maria" in The Writings of Oscar Wilde (1907)
* "Portia" and "Queen Henrietta Maria" in The Poems of Oscar Wilde (1909)
# Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti

This transclusion omits the originals in Italian and only shows the translations.
SONNETS AND BALLATE OF GUIDO CAVALCANTI
RIPOSTES OF EZRA POUND
A SHORT VOLUME OF ORIGINAL VERSE
IN PREPARATION
SONNETS AND BALLATE OF GUIDO CAVALCANTI WITH TRANSLATIONS OF THEM AND AN INTRODUCTION BY EZRA POUND
MCMXII STEPHEN SWIFT AND CO., LTD. 16 KING STREET, COVENT GARDEN LONDON
I have owned service to the deathless dead, Grudge not the gold I bear in livery.
AS MUCH OF THIS BOOK AS IS MINE I SEND TO MY FRIENDS VIOLET AND FORD MADOX HUEFFER
CONTENTS
Oh, dissi lui, non sei tu Oderisi, L’ onor d’ Agobbio, e l’ onor di quell’ arte Ch’ alluminare è chiamata in Parisi?
Frate, diss’ egli, più ridon le carte, Che pennelleggia Franco Bolognese: L’ onor è tutto or suo, e mio in parte
Ben no sare’ io stato sì cortese Mentre ch’ io vissi, per lo gran disio Dell’ eccellenze, ove mio core intese.
Di tal superbia qui si paga ’l fio: Ed ancor non sarei qui, se non fosse, Che possendo pèccar, mi volsi A Dio.
O vanagloria dell’ umane posse, Com’ poco verde su la cime dura, Se non è giunta dall’ etati grosse!
Credette Cimabue nella pintura Tener lo campo, ed ora ha Giotto il grido, Sì che la fama di colui oscura.
Così ha tolto l’ uno all’ altro Guido La gloria della lingua: e forse è nato Chi l’ uno e l’ altro caccerà di nido.
Non è il mondan romore altro ch’ un fiato Di vento, ch’ or vìen quinci ed or vien quindi, E muta nome, þcrchè muta lato.
Dante in Purgatory, xi.
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# Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti/Madrigale

MADRIGAL
O world gone blind and full of false deceits, Deadly’s the poison with thy joys connected, O treacherous thou, and guileful and suspected: Sure he is mad who for thy checks retreats And for scant nothing loseth that green prize Which over-gleans all other loveliness;
Wherefore the wise man scorns thee at all hours When he would taste the fruit of pleasant flowers.