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I'm tired of listening to sun-shine talk,

This pie-in-the-sky stuff,

This travesty on patient toil;

Let the Jesus-screamers,

The open-shop artists,

And their ilk

Hook their fat necks over a flying emery wheel

For eight long hours;

And to the beat and whir of machinery,

Chant this:

"I work to get money to buy food to get strong,

So I can work to get money to buy food and get strong."

Then, maybe, they will understand

Why the church pews are empty,

And men die for unionism. 21