* * * * * TIE 'EM UP! (Words and music by G. G. Allen) We have no fight with brothers of the old A. F. of L. But we ask you use your reason with the facts we have to tell. Your craft is but protection for a form of property, The skill that you are losing, don't you see. Improvements on machinery take your tool and skill away, And you'll be among the common slaves upon some fateful day. Now the things of which we're talking we are mighty sure about.-- So what's the use to strike the way you can't win out? CHORUS Tie 'em up! tie 'em up; that's the way to win. Don't notify the bosses till hostilities begin. Don't furnish chance for gunmen, scabs and all their like; What you need is One Big Union and the One Big Strike. Why do you make agreements that divide you when you fight And let the bosses bluff you with the contract's "sacred right"? Why stay at work when other crafts are battling with the foe? You all must stick together, don't you know? The day when you begin to see the classes waging war You can join the biggest tie-up that was ever known before. When the strikes all o'er the country are united into one Then the workers' One Big Union all the wheels shall run. A. F. OF L. SYMPATHY BY B. L. WEBER (Tune: "All I Got was Sympathy") Bill Brown was a worker in a great big shop, Where there worked two thousand others; They all belonged to the A. F. of L., And they called each other "brothers." One day Bill Brown's union went out on strike, And they went out for higher pay; All the other crafts remained on the job, And Bill Brown did sadly say: CHORUS All we got was sympathy; So we were bound to lose, you see; All the others had craft autonomy, Or else they would have struck with glee, But I got good and hungry, And no craft unions go for me. Gee! Ain't it hell, in the A. F. of L. All you get is sympathy. Bill Brown was a thinker, and he was not a fool, And fools there are many, we know. So he decided the A. F. of L. And its craft divisions must go. Industrial Unions are just the thing, Where the workers can all join the fight; So now on the soap box boldly he stands, A-singing with all of his might: CHORUS * * * * * THE MESSAGE FROM O'ER THE SEA (Tune: "Don't Bite the Hand that's Feeding You") One day as I sat pining A message of cheer came to me, A light of revolt was shining On a country far over the sea, The forces of rulers to sever And the flag of the earth to unfold To secure our freedom forever And a world of beauty untold. CHORUS