Classic Poem

Oh, you know Joe Silovatsky,
Dat man my brudder;
Last night he come ter my shanty;
" John I'm come an' tell you fer,
I'm tell you fer tomorra,
Evenick dark like night,
Lotsa miners all, beegan shmal, gonna have a shtrike.
Dun't be shcabby fella, John,
Dat's I'm tell you right! "
I'm say, " No, sir, Joe come out on shtrike,
Me Johnny Mitchell man! "

CHORUS
I dun't 'fraid fer nut-tink,
Dat's me nevair shcare.
Comin' shtrike tomorra night.
Dat's de bizness, I dun't care,
Right a here I'm tell you,
Me no shcabby fella,
Me good union citizen, me Johnny Mitchell man.

Vell, me belong fer union,
Me good citizen,
Seven, mebbe 'leven year
I'm vorkin's in beeg, beeg Merica;
I'm vorkin' for de Black Heat'.
Down in Lytle shaft,
In de Pine Hill shaft, Pine Knot shaft,
Un ev'ry place like dat.
Me got lotsa money,
Nine hoondret mebbe ten,
Un shtrike kin come, like son-of-a-gun,
Me Johnny Mitchell man, Vell,
CHORUS: I dun't 'fraid, etc.

Ah, son-of-a-gun, Mister Truesdale,
Dat's a bugger, Mister Baer,
He dun't vantsa gib it ten per zent,
Cripes a'mighty, dat's no fair.
I'm vorkin' in a gangway,
Vorkin' in a breast,
I'm loadin' coal ev'ry day
By jeez me nevair rest.
Me got lotsa money,
Nine hoondred mebbe ten,
Un shtrike kin come, like son-of-a-gun,
Me Johnny Mitchell man. Vell,
CHORUS: I dun't 'fraid, etc.