To Sheriff McRae (William Whalen)

“To Sheriff McRae” Sheet Music (pdf).
“To Sheriff McRae” Karaoke (midi with lyrics).

Lyrics: William Whalen.
Tune: “The Wearing of the Green.”


Call out your Fire Department; go deputize your bums.
Gather in your stool pigeons and gunmen from the slums.
You may resolute till doomsday, you ill-begotten knave.
We will still be winning Free Speech Fights when you are in your grave!

You reprobate, you imp of hate, you’re a traitor to the mind
That brought you forth in human shape to prey upon mankind.
You are lower than the snakes that crawl or the scavengers that fly.
You’re the living, walking image of a damn black-hearted lie!
You’re the living, walking image of a damn black-hearted lie!

We will still be here in Everett when your career’s ended
And back among the dregs of life your dirty hide’s blended,
When you shun the path of honest wrath and fear the days to come
And bow your head to the flag of red, you poor white-livered bum!

For the part you played in Everett’s raid that fateful Sunday morn,
May your kith and kindred live to curse the day that you were born.
May the mem’ry of your victims haunt your conscience night and day
Until your feeble, insect mind beneath the strain gives way,
Until your feeble, insect mind beneath the strain gives way!

Oh, Don McRae, you’ve had your day; make way for Freedom’s host,
For Labor’s sun is rising soon: ’twill shine from coast to coast!
The shot you fired at Everett re-echoes through the night,
As a message to the working class to organize and fight!

Those graves upon the hillside as monuments will stand
To point the way to Freedom’s goal to slaves throughout the land.
And when at last the working class has made the masters yield,
May your portion of the vict’ry be a grave in Potter’s Field!
May your portion of the vict’ry be a grave in Potter’s Field!


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