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 Workingmen of all countries, unite, Side by side we for freedom will fight; When the world and its wealth we shall gain To the grafters we'll sing this refrain:

You will eat, bye and bye, When you've learned how to cook and to fry; Chop some wood, 'twill do you good, And you'll eat in the sweet bye and bye.

Work for All but Father

(The poet of the Rip-Saw, a revolutionary paper of the middle West which has an immense circulation)

"Everybody works but father"—God, what a ghastly lay! "Everybody works but father"—he wants too much pay! Mother and Ann and Maggie, and tiny Tim and Bill, work like hell for a paltry wage in the sweatshop and the mill. "Everybody works but father"—he talks like a fool—he asks enough in wages to send the kids to school—he wants more for his daily toil than we pay the wife and brood—he says he ought to have enough to keep them all in food! "Everybody works but father"—for him we have no need—all we want of father is just to keep up the breed. The mother and the babies, that's all we require, the mother and the babies—those are the ones we hire. Just keep on breeding babies—that's the bull moose hunch—just keep on breeding babies, we can work the whole damn bunch!