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The politician prowls around
 * For workers' votes entreating.

He claims to knows the slickest way
 * To give the boss a beating.

Polly, we can't use you, dear,
 * To lead us into clover;

This fight is ours and as for you,
 * Clean out or get run over.

He claims to be the bosses foe
 * On workers' friendship doting.

He says, "Don't fight while on the job,
 * But do it all by voting.

Elect Me to the office, boys,
 * Let all your rage pass o'er you;

Don't bother with your countless wrongs,
 * I'LL do your fighting for you."

He says that sabotage won't do,
 * (It isn't to his liking)

And that without HIS mighty aid
 * There is no use in striking.

He says that he can lead us all
 * To some fair El Dorado,

But he's of such a yellow hue
 * He'd cast a golden shadow!

