All hail to the Bolsheviki! We will fight for our Class and be free, A Kaiser, King or Czar, no matter which you are You're nothing of interest to me; If you don't like the red flag of Russia, If you don't like the spirit so true, Then just be like the cur in the story And lick the hand that's robbing you. We have lived in meek submission Thru ages of toil and despair, To comply with the plutes' ambition With never a thought nor a care. An echo from Russia is sounding 'Tis the chimes of a True Liberty, It's a message for millions resounding To throw off your chains and be free. SCISSOR BILL BY JOE HILL (Tune: "Steamboat Bill") You may ramble 'round the country anywhere you will, You'll always run across the same old Scissor Bill. He's found upon the desert, he is on the hill, He's found in every mining camp and lumber mill. He looks just like a human, he can eat and walk, But you will find he isn't when he starts to talk. He'll say, "This is my country," with an honest face, While all the cops they chase him out of every place. CHORUS Scissor Bill, he is a little dippy, Scissor Bill, he has a funny face. Scissor Bill should drown in Mississippi, He is the missing link that Darwin tried to trace. * * * * * PAINT 'ER RED BY RALPH CHAPLIN (Tune: "Marching through Georgia") Come with us, you workingmen, and join the rebel band; Come, you discontented ones, and give a helping hand, We march against the parasite to drive him from the land. With ONE BIG INDUSTRIAL UNION! CHORUS Hurrah! hurrah! we're going to paint 'er red! Hurrah! hurrah! the way is clear ahead-- We're gaining shop democracy and liberty and bread With ONE BIG INDUSTRIAL UNION! * * * * * "Slaves" they call us, "working plugs," inferior by birth, But when we hit their pocketbooks we'll spoil their smiles or mirth-- We'll stop their dirty dividends and drive them from the earth With ONE BIG INDUSTRIAL UNION! We hate their rotten system more than any mortals do, Our aim is not to patch it up, but build it all anew, And what we'll have for government, when finally we're through, Is ONE BIG INDUSTRIAL UNION! CASEY JONES--THE UNION SCAB BY JOE HILL The Workers on the S. P. line to strike sent out a call; But Casey Jones, the engineer, he wouldn't strike at all; His boiler it was leaking, and its drivers on the bum, And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb. CHORUS Casey Jones kept his junk pile running; Casey Jones was working double time; Casey Jones got a wooden medal, For being good and faithful on the S. P. line.