A SONG OF THE AGES
Junkin, Charles Irvin
A Song of the Ages American Version By CHARLES IRVIN JUNKIN I'M JUST a common workman, LUii I've got ;t wort! to say 'flu* conn try".-, getting richer But I'm poorer every day; The Boss is storing...
...For the wheels are always humming, And the better days are coming, When We'll get a fairer share Of the earth and of the air, And the barrels will be full for You and Me...
...I don't intend to kill the goose That lays the golden egg, I don't intend lo whimper Or to stand around and beg, But I'm waiting and I'm working For the day that's sure to be That brings a fair division To the lads like you and me...
...The Boss has lots of capital, And education, too, The boss can do a lot of things I don't know how to do, But he works hard and I work hard And so I cannot see Why he should gobble up the loaf And leave the crumbs for me...
...His boys are all in college But mine are all at work, His girl is "in society," And mine is "just a clerk...
...And it makes me pretty sore, For I want a little more, And there ought to be a little More for me...
...Full of money...
...And the Boss is piling up the Golden Honey...
...The Boss is storing honey, Like the bees around the hive, But I have got to hustle Just to keep myself alive...
...There's barrels, barrels, barrels...
...My wife she does the washing But his lady pours the tea...
...The Boss he runs his auto, But the trolley does for me...
...Chora**: Oh...
Vol. 2 • April 1910 • No. 13
