﻿“THE WOBBLIES ARE COMING” 
 
We have stood a lot of knocking, 
And we’ve had our share of woe. 
We have felt the old boat rocking. 
At the instance a foe 
But in spite of all our trouble, 
And in spite of—even war 
We have grown to almost double— 
Of what we could boast before. 
 
We are just a wee bit wiser 
Than we were a year ago; 
And it takes an early riser 
Now to beat us— Even so. 
And there is no way to “guy us,” 
Not a chance to make us sore, 
For the folks are standing by us 
Closer knit than e’er before. 
 
We have stood a lot of “dressing”— 
Weathered every gale and blow; 
And at times they had us guessing 
And to where the “mare” would go— 
We have suffered much and keenly, 
Many times we hit the floor, 
Only to arise serenely 
Bigger, better, than before. 
 
We have longed for peace and justice 
At the hands that laid us low— 
(Still today our fatal trust is 
In a process deadly slow.) 
But we see a new day breaking, 
See the purple spreading o’er— 
And the slaves are now awaking 
Like they never did, before. 
 
When our friends were few, if any, 
(And we thought them lying low) 
We discovered we had many— 
And they came to tell us so! 
With their worldly goods and chattels; 
From the scant’ness of their store, 
They have aided us in battles 
Even more so—than before. 
 
We have recoillections crowding, 
Of our fortune’s ebb and flow— 
Of the forces oft beclouding 
Freedom’s soft and mellow glow. 
But in spite of all their thunder 
We have evened up the score; 
We have “failed” to fall asunder! 
We are stronger than before! 
—T-BONE SLIM.