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HEY! POLLY.
(Tune: "Yankee Doodle").
The politician prowls around,
For workers' votes entreating:
He claims to know the slickest way
To give the boss a beating.
Chorus:
To lead us into clover;
This fight is ours, and as for you,
Clear out or get run over.
He claims to be the bosses' foe,
On worker's 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 slowing down 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 as all
To some fair El Dorado;
But he's of such a yellow hue
He'd cast a golden shadow!
He begs and coaxes, threatens, yells,
For shallow glory thirsting.
In fact, he's just a bag of wind
That's swollen up to bursting
The smiling bosses think he'd like
To boodle from their manger;
And as he never mentions STRIKE,
They know there is no danger.
And all the while he spouts and spiels,
He's musing undetected,
On what a lovely snap he'll have
When once he is elected.
