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  If you want nothing before you are dead,
 * Shake hands with your boss and look wise.

Come, all ye workers, from every land,
 * Come, join in the grand Industrial band,

Then we our share of this earth shall demand.
 * Come on! Do your share, like a man.

 THE DOLLAR ALARM CLOCK

(Air: "Old oaken Bucket")

By John Healy How dear to my heart are those chimes in the morning, That yank me from bed with melodious thrill; How sweet is the sound of the regular warning That yells that it's time that I hike to the mill. Without it I'd sleep till the sun had arisen Be late to the job that my boss lets me use; Get canned, perhaps steal, Maybe land in a prison If the chimes didn't hustle me out of my snooze. CHORUS:
 * The faithful alarm clock
 * The rattling alarm clock;
 * The dollar alarm clock
 * That rests on my shelf.

What a blessing it was when the thing was invented It beats the slave-driver who came with his stick; It rests on the shelf in the shack that I rented It never gets hungry; it never gets sick. If overly weary I take a tin bucket And place the alarm clock down into the thing, When it chimes in the morning it doubles the racket; It would wake up the dead when the two of them ring. 

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