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“ Hurry up! Hurry up! on my new machine:
Man, you're slow, boss is losing money:
It displaces seventy men. If you cannot speed up you're fired then.
Go and look, go and look for another master,
Good or bad, you sure will make him wealthy,
It's God darn hard to wake you up.
YOU'RE A BONEHEAD WORKING MAN.
Mr. Slave, Mr. Slave, hear the union grand,
It's a wave, it's a wave rolling through the land,
This the masters fear we are here to free our class from
slavery. ”

“ And a peaceable assemblage is declared to be a mob,
And Congress passed a measure framed by some consummate ass,
So they are clubbing men and women just for walking on the grass.
In this year of slow starvation, when a fellow looks for work. ”

“ Polly, we can't use you, dear,
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. ”