No. 33. The People's Jubilee.
C. S. White, Copyrighted and used by permission of "The S. Brainard's Sons Company."
1. Say, workers, have you see the bosses
With scared and pallid face,
Going, down the alley sometime this ev'ning,
To find a hiding place.
They saw the people cast their ballot,
And they knew their time had come;
They spent their boodle to get elected
But were beaten by the people's men.
The people laugh, ha, ha!
The bosses, oh! how blue!
It must be now the jubilee is coming
In the year of ninety-two.
2. The bosses got to feeling so big.
They thought the world was their'n;
Of the starving people all o'er the land
They did not care to learn.
They blowed so much and called themselves leaders,
And they got so full of sin;
I 'spec' they try to fool the Almighty,
But Peter won't let them in.
3. The working people are getting tired
Of having no home nor land;
So now, they say, to run this government
They are going to try their hand.
There's gold and silver in the White House cellar,
And the workers all want some
For they know it will all be counted out
When the people's party comes.
4. The election's over and the rings are beaten,
And the bosses have run away;
The people's party came out victorious
And have won the election day.
They cast their voles for truth and freedom,
Which are always bound to win;
Up to the polls they walked like freemen.
And put their ballots in.