Songs of the Workers (15th edition)/The Everett County Jail

by William Whalen

THE EVERETT COUNTY JAIL
(Tune: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are Marching")
By Wm. Whalen

In the prison cell we sit
Are we broken hearted—nit
We're as happy and as cheerful as can be,
For we know that every wob
Will be busy on the job,
Till they swing the prison doors and set us free.

CHORUS

Are you busy Fellow Workers
Are your shoulders to the wheel?
Get together for the cause
And some day you'll make the laws.
It's the only way to make the masters squeal.

Though the living is not grand,
Mostly mush and coffee and,
It's as good as we excepted when we came.
It's the way they treat the slave
In this free land of the brave
There is no one but the working class to blame

When McRea, and Veitch, and Black
To the Lumberyards go back
May they travel empty handed as they came.
May they turn in their report
That the wobs still hold the fort
That a rebel is an awful thing to tame.

When the 65 per cent
That they call the working gent
Organizes in a Union of its class
We will then get what we're worth
That will be the blooming' earth.
Organize and help to bring the thing to pass.