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Lord Baker.
There was a Lord who lived in this land
He being a Lord of high degree
He set his foot down a ship's board
And swore strange countries he would go see.
He's travelled east and he's travelled west
He travelled north and the south also
Until he arrived into Turkey land.
There he was taken and bound in prison
Until his life it grew weary.
Oh! Turkey bold had one only daughter
As fair a lady, as the eye could see
She stole the key to her Daddy's harbour
And swore Lord Baker, she would set free.
Singing, 'You have houses and you have money,
All Northumber belongs to thee
What would you will to Turkey's daughter
If out of prison she'd set you free?'
Singing, 'I have houses, I have money,
All Northumber belongs to me
I would will them all to you my darling,
If out of prison you’d set me free?'
She's brought him down to her Daddy's harbour
And filled for him was the ship of fame
And every toast that she did drink round him,
'I wish Lord Baker that you were mine.'
They made a vow for seven years
And seven more for to keep it strong
Saying 'If you don't wed with no other woman
I'm sure I'll wed with no other man.'
And seven years been past and over
And seven more they were rolling on
She's bundled up all her golden clothing
And swore Lord Baker she would go find.
She's travelled East and she's travelled West
Until she came to the palace of fame
'Who is that, who is that?' said the bold young porter
'Who knocks so gently and can't get in?'
'Is this Lord Baker's palace?' replied the lady
'Or is his lordship himself within?'
'This is Lord Baker's palace' replied the porter,
'This very day took a new bride in.'
'Well ask him send me a cut of his wedding cake
A glass of his wine that been e'er so strong
And to remember the brave young lady
Who did release him in Turkey land.'
In goes, in goes, the bold young porter
Kneels down gently on his right knee
'Rise up, rise up now the bold young porter,
What news, what news have you got for me?'
Singing, 'I have news of a grand arrival,
As fair a lady as the eye could see
She is at the gate
Waiting for your charity.'
'She wears a gold ring on every finger,
And on the middle one where she wears three,
She has more gold hanging around her middle
Than'd buy Northumber and family.'
'She asked you send her a cut of your wedding cake
A glass of your wine, it been e'er so strong,
And to remember the brave young lady
Who did release you in Turkey land.'
Down comes, down comes the new bride's mother
'What will I do with my daughter dear?'
Your daughter came with one pack of gold
I'll avert her home now, with thirty-three.'
He took his sword all by the handle
And cut the wedding cake, in pieces three
Singing 'here's a slice for the new bride's mother
A slice for me new love and one for me.'
And then Lord Baker, ran to his darling
Of twenty-one steps, he made but three
He put his arms around Turkey's daughter
And kissed his true love, most tenderly.
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The Red Flag.
The people's flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts blood dyed its every fold.
Chorus-:)
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.
It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.
It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.
With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.
Written by Jim Connell
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Joe Hill.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night alive as you and me.
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead",
"I never died", says he.
"I never died", said he.
“In Salt Lake Joe, by God” said I, him standing by my bed
“They framed you on a murder charge”
said Joe “But I ain’t dead.”
said Joe “But I ain’t dead.”
"The copper bosses killed you, Joe. They shot you, Joe", says I.
"Takes more than guns to kill a man", says Joe, "I didn't die!"
Says Joe, "I didn't die!"
And standing there as large as life and smiling with his eyes,
Says Joe, "What they forgot to kill went on to organize.
Went on to organize"
From San Diego up to Maine in every mine and mill
Where working men fight for their rights
It's there you'll find Joe Hill
It's there you'll find Joe Hill
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night alive as you or me.
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead",
"I never died", said he.
"I never died", said he.
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Sacco and Vanzetti.
Oh say there, have you heard the news
Sacco worked at trimming shoes
Vanzetti was a rambling man
Pushed his cart round with his hands
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Two good men's a long time gone
Sacco and Vanzetti are gone
Two good men's a long time gone
Left me here to sing this song
Sacco was born across the sea
Somewhere over Italy
Vanzetti came from parents fine
Drank the best Italian wine
Sacco sailed the sea one day
Ended up in the Boston bay
Vanzetti sailed the ocean blue
Ended up in Boston too.
Sacco was a family man
Sacco's wife three children had
Vanzetti was a dreaming man
A book was always in his hand
Sacco made his bread and butter
Being the factory's best shoe-cutter
Vanzetti worked both day and night
Taught the people how to fight
I'll tell you if you ask me
About the payroll robbery
Two clerks were shot in the shoe factory
There in the streets of old Braintree
I'll tell you the prosecutors' names
Katman, Adams, Williams, Kane
Them and the judge were the best of friends
Pulled more tricks than circus clowns
The judge he told his friends around
"Gonna put them rebels down"
"Communist bastards!!" was the name
The judge he gave these two fine men
I won’t forget those men who died
They taught poor people how to live
Everybody ought to be
Just Like Sacco and Vanzetti
Written Woody Guthrie
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The Lakes of Ponchartrain.
It was one fine March morning, I bid New Orleans Adieu
And I took the road to Jackson Town, my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with a longing for, the Lakes of Ponchartrain
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
I rode the rods till evening and I laid me down again
All strangers there no friends to me 'til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with the Creole Girl, by the Lakes of Ponchartrain
I said "Me pretty Creole Girl, me money here's no good,
If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out there in the wood"
"You're welcome here kind stranger, from such sad thoughts refrain"
"For me Mammy welcomes strangers, by the Lakes of Ponchartrain"
She took me into her mammy's house and treated me right well
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try and paint here beauty, I'm sure 'twould be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl by the Lakes of Ponchartrain
I asked her if she'd marry me, she said that ne'er could be
For she had got a lover and he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
Till he'd return to his Creole girl, on the Lakes of Ponchartrain
So fare thee well, me Creole girl, I'll never see you more
I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain
And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl, by the Lakes of Ponchartrain
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