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Charles Kerr

"The Long-Haired Kings" (karaoke)

"The Long-Haired Kings" (sheet music)

In the sunny land of France,

A thousand years ago,

There lived a race of warrior kings

Who were very far from slow;

They polished off the natives

In a hundred fights a year,

And the man who went against them found

That he felt exceedingly queer.

Oh, the warrior kings were great

In the field and in the state,

And the radicals 'round

To their sorrow all found

They were too far ahead of their date.


But the last of the warrior kings had to die,

And his son came in to rule,

And he didn't do a thing but to comb his long hair

And act like a blooming fool.

And his son's son's sons kept on that way,

And they didn't know enough to rob,

Till the rest of the warriors got tired of them

And turned them out of the job.

The people can be stilled

While their dinner pails are filled,

But at last comes a day

When they look the other way

And their loyalty is chilled.


John D. Rockefeller is a smarter man

Than the warrior kings of old:

He takes no chances on the field of battle,

But he rules the land with gold.

He owns all the oil and the steel already

And a great university, too.

And all the little robbers are a-shaking in their shoes

To think what next he'll do.

And the small exploiter's dumb

Under Rockefeller's thumb,

But the Socialists smile

In their sleeves all the while,

For they know what's next to come.


The time is coming, and it's not far off,

When the people who do the work

Will run this nation to suit themselves

And not for the people who shirk.

The machinery then will belong to all,

And the land and the railroads, too;

The labor of the people will be for themselves

And not for the profit of a few.

Do you want to see that day?

Here's the very quickest way:

Cast a Socialist vote

And take off your coat

And get into the fight to stay.

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