As That There Last Post Said, Unsure On The Date, Whenever It Is, It IS

Two Songs: Banks of Marble by Pete Seeger (Recorded Live, abridged for archive transcription) (1937)

" I've traveled round this country

from shore, to shining shore

and it really made me wonder

all the things, I've heard and saw "

" I saw the weary farmer

Plowing sod and loam

l heard the auction hammer

A knocking down his home "

....

" I saw the workers toiling

as the rich men made their play

I heard their voices shouting:

WE WON'T STAND FOR THIS TODAY! "

SO SMASH THE BANKS OF MARBLE!

KILL THE GUARDS AT EVERY DOOR!

WE WILL SHARE THEIR VAULTS AMONGST US!

SOCIALISTS FOREVER MORE! "

" Long live the Revolution! "

(Echoed by the cheering crowd) " Long live the revolution! Long live Socialism !"

This Land is Your Land by Woody Guthrie (Studio Recording, abridged for archive transcription) (1938)

" As I went walking that ribbon of highway

I saw above me that endless skyway

Saw below me that golden valley

This land was made for you and me "

" This land is your land and this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters

This land was made for you and me "

.....

" As I was a walking that ribbon of highway

I saw the workers and they were crying

And they were laughing and they were singing

This land belongs to you and me! "

" This land is your land and this land is my land

From New York City to the LA Highways

From the factory workshop to the land of the tiller

This land was made for you and me "

"Folks, this has been a great show here today! Socialism is spreadin' across America, and while I'd love to say that our beautiful singin' is what'll solidify worker power, well, sadly that just ain't the case. Woody, what do the workers need to take power?"

"Pete, the workers need to take militant action now. America is in Civil War, and that means death, destruction, all sorts of mean nastiness. But it can't be avoided no more; we got to tear them Natpops down! ALL OF YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE, GIVE A SHOUT IF YOU'RE READY TO TEAR THEM NASTY NATPOPS DOWN!"

The crowd cheered, a few people shot guns into the air, and a wave set in over everyone present at the First Annual Revolutionary Concert.

"LONG! LIVE! INTERNATIONAL! SOLIDARITY! LONG! LIVE! INTERNATIONAL! SOLIDARITY!"

"One last song, folks! Woody, start us off!"

The banjo-guitar dynamic duo began with the first chords of that sweet, familiar refrain;

"Arise, ye workers from your slumber

Arise, ye prisoners of want

For reason in revolt now thunders

Henceforth ends the age of can't!

Away with all your superstitions

Servile masses arise, arise!

We’ll change henceforth the old tradition

And spurn the dust to win the prize!

So comrades, come rally

And the last fight let us face

The Internationale unites the human race!

So comrades, come rally

And the last fight let us face

The Internationale unites the human race! "