The Workers said to Casey: "Won't you help us win this strike?" But Casey said: "Let me alone, you'd better take a hike." Then some one put a bunch of railroad ties across the track, And Casey hit the river with an awful crack. Casey Jones hit the river bottom; Casey Jones broke his blooming spine, Casey Jones was an Angeleno, He took a trip to heaven on the S. P. line. When Casey Jones got up to heaven to the Pearly Gate He said: "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S. P. freight." "You're just the man," said Peter; "our musicians went on strike; You can get a job a-scabbing any time you like." Casey Jones got a job in heaven; Casey Jones was doing mighty fine; Casey Jones went scabbing on the angels, Just like he did to workers on the S. P. line. The angels got together, and they said it wasn't fair, For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbing everywhere. The Angels' Union No. 23, they sure were there, And they promptly fired Casey down the Golden Stair. Casey Jones went to Hell a-flying. "Casey Jones," the Devil said, "Oh, fine; Casey Jones, get busy shoveling sulphur; That's what you get for scabbing on the S. P. line." THE PREACHER AND THE SLAVE BY JOE HILL (Tune: "Sweet Bye and Bye") Long-haired preachers come out every night, Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right; But when asked how 'bout something to eat They will answer with voices so sweet: CHORUS You will eat, bye and bye, In that glorious land above the sky; Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die. And the Starvation army they play, And they sing and they clap and they pray. Till they get all your coin on the drum, Then they'll tell you when you're on the bum: CHORUS Holy Rollers and jumpers come out, And they holler, they jump and they shout. "Give your money to Jesus," they say, "He will cure all diseases today." If you fight hard for children and wife-- Try to get something good in this life-- You're a sinner and bad man, they tell, When you die you will sure go to Hell. Workingmen of all countries, unite, Side by side we for freedom will fight: When the world and its wealth we have gained To the grafters we'll sing this refrain: LAST CHORUS 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. THE RED FLAG BY JAMES CONNELL The workers' flag is deepest red, It shrouded oft our martyred dead; And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold Their life-blood dyed its every fold. CHORUS