| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1274 |
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to the tune of `Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching'. As this song is the Marseillaise of the Tariff Reform Party, voicing as it does the highest ideals of the Tory workmen of this country, it was an unqualified success, for most of them were Conservatives. `Now I'm not a wealthy man, But I lives upon a plan Wot will render me as 'appy as a King; An' if you will allow, I'll sing it to you now, For time you know is always on the wing. Work, boys, work and be contented So long as you've enough to buy a meal. For if you will but try, you'll be wealthy - bye and bye - If you'll only put yer shoulder to the wheel.' `Altogether, boys,' shouted Grinder, who was a strong Tariff Reformer, and was delighted to see that most of the men were of the same way of thinking; and the `boys' roared out the chorus once more: Work, boys, work and be contented So long as you've enough to buy a meal For if you will but try, you'll be wealthy - bye and bye If you'll only put your shoulder to the wheel. |
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