Overalls and Snuff

Originale	Versione australiana del 1917, di anonimo autore attivista nell’ambito d...
OVERALLS AND SNUFF	THE BUTTON THAT HE WORE
One day as I was walking along the railroad track, I met a man in Wheatland with his blankets on his back; He was an old-time hop picker; I’d seen his face before; I knew he was a Wobbly by the button that he wore; By the button that he wore, by the button that he wore, I knew he was a Wobbly by the button that he wore; He was an old-time hop picker; I’d seen his face before; I knew he was a Wobbly by the button that he wore.	I met a working man to-day who worein his lapel A photo of a plutocrat, and a Union Jack as well. I looked into his toil-worn face, and a simple look it bore. I could tell he was a bonehead by the button that he wore.
He took his blankets off his back and sat down on the rail And told us some sad stories ’bout the workers down in jail; He said the way they treat them there, he never saw the like, For they’re putting men in prison just for going out on strike; Just for going out on strike, just for going out on strike, For they’re putting men in prison just for going out on strike; He said the way they treat them there, he never saw the like, For they’re putting men in prison just for going out on strike.	He asked me how I got along ; I told him pretty tight ; That for a country where men starved I would refuse to fight. He said he stood for Empire, though he could'nt find a job ; He praised the British Navy-- and he bummed me for a bob.
They have sentenced Ford and Suhr, and they’ve got them in the pen; If they catch a Wobbly in their burg, they vag him there and then; There is one thing I can tell you, and it makes the bosses sore, As fast as they can pinch us, we can always get some more; We can always get some more, we can always get some more, As fast as they can pinch us, we can always get some more; There is one thing I can tell you, and it makes the bosses sore, As fast as they can pinch us, we can always get some more.	I asked him many questions then why he was knocked about. his answer it was usual, for he had'nt thought it out. "Thank Cod this Country'a free," he cried, "and the people own the land." But why the copper moved us on he could'nt understand.
Oh, Horst and Durst are mad as hell, they don’t know what to do; And the rest of those hop barons are all feeling mighty blue; Oh, we’ve tied up all their hop fields, and the scabs refuse to come; And we’re goin’ to keep on striking till we put them on the bum; Till we put them on the bum, till we put them on the bum, And we’re goin’ to keep on striking till we put them on the bum; Oh, we’ve tied up all their hop fields, and the scabs refuse to come, And we’re goin’ to keep on striking till we put them on the bum.	I told him how the rich grew rich by plundering the poor ; And that for us to organise was the sure and only cure The message I kept driving home his frozen brain did thaw, And now with every one round here he's shouting "Stop the War!"
Now, we’ve got to stick together, boys, and strive with all our might; We must free Ford and Suhr; boys, we’ve got to win this fight; From these scissorbill hop barons, we are taking no more bluff; We’ll pick no more damned hops for them for overalls and snuff; For our overalls and snuff, for our overalls and snuff, We’ll pick no more damned hops for them for overalls and snuff; From these scissorbill hop barons, we are taking no more bluff; We’ll pick no more damned hops for them for overalls and snuff.	He took the buttons from his coat and flung them to the wind. He made a resolution that he never will rescind. He's pledged to solidarity, and a wiser look he bears; You can tell he is your comrade by the button that he wears.