Fifty Thousand Lumberjacks
Fifty-thousand lumberjacks, fifty thousand packs,
Fifty-thousand dirty rolls of blankets on their backs.
Fifty-thousand minds made up to strike and strike like men;
For fifty years they've packed a bed, but never will again.
"Such a lot of devils'" -that's what the papers say -
"They've gone on strike for shorter hours and some increase in pay:
They left the camps, the lazy tramps, they all walked out as one;
They say they'll win the strike or put the bosses on the bum.
Fifty thousand wooden bunks full of things that crawl;
Fifty thousand restless men have left them once for all, '
One by one they dared not say "Fat, the hours are long."
If they did they'd hike - but now they're fifty thousand strong.
Take a tip and start right in; plan some cozy rooms,
Six or eight spring beds in each, with towels, sheets, and brooms,
Shower baths for men who work keep them well and fit,
A laundry, too, and drying room would help a little bit.