﻿GLORY SONGS 
(DURING PANICS) 
—Tune: “Pretty Mollie Shannon”— 
 
I’ve got a boss, a “gentleman” boss, 
Just listen, I’ll tell you about him; 
He is so kind —my rent is behind— 
I really could live not without him. 
He allows me to labor; he does me the favor— 
A boss to be proud of by heck! 
I’m afraid I would bawl if something would fall, 
And hit him right square in the neck. 
Chorus (unanimously): 
How would you like to be me; and have a boss as sweet as he. 
Hail, hail sons of toil I’d hate to be a king! 
There can be nothing about to whine, what! with a hump as round as mine. 
Kind and gentle master—’t is of the boss—I sing! 
II. 
I’ve got a job! a sweet little job; 
I work with a pick and a shovel. 
I’m “making” enough, I borrow my snuff 
I live in a cute little hovel. 
Of course we must shiver while eating green-liver— 
But it is I know—for the best ; 
And maybe some day—when things come my way, 
I’ll be earning—a much needed rest. 
St. T bone De Slim.