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Songs of the Workers (15th edition)/Dixie

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Oh the master class and the scissor-bill
They rave of Dixieland
But still it's hell for darkies there
And the migratory working man
The plutes say Angels built Dixie
But I think they told a fib
If the Angels did build Dixie land
Then I'll tell you what the Angels did.

CHORUS

They built some built some big stockades,
And they called it Dixie land

Where justice is God only knows
Far away in Dixie land
They built the vilest place I've known
To keep the slaves from doing harm
Nothing was forgotten
Where every thing is rotten
When they built the county farm.

And then they took a devil from the pit
And they gave him a thirty-eight
They tought him to be a convict quard
And all workingmen to hate
It's a crime to organize down there
But we'll show them as we've shown the Master Class alsewhere
We'll make it twice as nice as paradise
When we conquer Dixie land.

Oh the workers slave in this land so bright
Where flowers ever bloom
And democrats use laws and might
To turn the light to gloom
Oh working class of Dixie,
Wake up and take your due
Then the flowers will bloom for us again
When finally we are through.

(Houston, Tex.)

(January, 1917.)




An ounce of ORGANIZATION is worth a ton of talk; join the One Big Union and help to free yourself and your class from wage slavery.

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