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."
FAREWELL, JOE!
(Tune: "Farewell To Thee")
By Richard Brazier
Proudly went out Joe unto his death
With smiling lips and fearless eyes
This message gave with his last breath
"Don't mourn for me, but ORGANIZE."
CHORUS:
Farewell to you, thou rebel true
Whose singing heart has charmed our weary hours
Those last brave words, before you did depart
Shall live forever in our hearts.
Though they stilled your rebel heart with lead
And sealed with death your lips, our Joe,
Those words, the last you ever said
Will bring to the masters ruin and woe.
We have shed no bitter tears for thee
Nor have we sighed the mournful sigh.
We have fought the fight to make men free
In the cause for which you had to die.
The wind sighs gladly o'er your grave
A requiem joyfully for thee.
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