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 FARM 
 CLUB 
 SONGS 
 
Loyally Yours, 
 B. H. PATTERSON. 
 
FARM 
 CLUB 
 SONGS 
 
 Written and 
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 Jr PUBLISHER'S PREFACE 
 
 Rer.lizing the ri'^d of a e/i lection of good songs 
 suitable- for use in the gtt at Falin CInb work, and 
 at the request of a number of the leading M. F. A, 
 ^vork-'rs. \he Publisher has wntten and compiled 
 this pamphlet of ''r>:m Club Songs." 
 
 This work v,rs und':rtak<u during the busy- 
 farming scap.on, at a time when the farmer, includ- 
 ing the PubliRher, v. a:^ in the midst of the battle to 
 raise and pave an -Iber ci'op, and, for this reason, 
 the collection is not as large and complete as it 
 was hoped to make it. However, the desirability 
 of having such a book for use at tlie big State Con- 
 vention, and otb.C'- oeeasicns, htis made it necessary 
 to get tlie beok out in the shoitest possible time. 
 
 If "Farm Ciub Songs" should help make the 
 Farm Club meetings more inter( sting, and the task 
 of the Loyal AYorker easier, it will have fulfilled 
 its mission. 
 
 The Publisher desires to thank those who have 
 helped in thiis work, and the name of the author has 
 been published where it was possible to ascertain 
 the same 
 
 Trusting that we may win the Great Farm Club 
 fight, and that the principles for which the Missouri 
 Farmers' Association stands may be adopted by the 
 Farmers in every State, County and School District 
 in the great United States, I am, 
 Loyally yours, 
 Sunny Valley Farm, B. II. PATTERSON. 
 
 Lockwood, Missouri, 
 Julv 31, 1921. 
 
4. Fibsvi CIul Ea-^"3 
 
 HEW AKD E?n:,ARGED EniTIOlf 
 Frefaoe 
 
 It affords the Publisher oxquisite pleasure to 
 offer to the Loyal Farm Chibs of Missouri, and to 
 Orpanizpfl Farmers everyv. here, this rit'w and Knlarg"- 
 ed edition of "Farm Club Soncrs/' Every wort-h- 
 while farmer song possible to obtain has been includ- 
 ed. This book has, therefore, over twenty good new 
 Farm Club Songs not found in the first edition. 
 
 Wc feel that ''Farm Club Songs" is a necessity 
 in every wide-awake Farm Club, or other gathering^ 
 whore fanners are trying to right the wrongs done 
 them by organized Greed and that the songs herein 
 will help to *'sct the woods on fire" even on a rainy 
 day. 
 
 ThaJiking the good Farm Club Folks of Missouri 
 for their liberal reception of my f^rst book, and 
 trusting to be of further service to the Great B'«rm 
 Club Cause, I am, as ever. 
 
 Loyally for the M. F. A 
 
 B. H. PATTERSON. 
 Lockwood, Mo. 
 October 3, 1921. 
 
 There is a .slogan royal 
 That I would like to teach, 
 
 It has few words: "Stand Loyal, 
 And practice what you prca»jh." 
 
 "RimM" of tk« Timi 
 
Nd. 1. 
 
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 WE'LL ALL WORK TOGETHER 
 
 (Air, '^Marching Through Oeorgia.") 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 1. Call the Boys together, now, 
 Lets have another song; 
 
 Sing it with the pep and vim 
 That moves the world along; 
 
 Soon we will be organized. 
 Ten hundred thousand strong, 
 
 And we'll all work together. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Hurrah, Hurrah! 
 The Farmer's bound to win. 
 Hurrah, Hurrah! 
 
 We'll stick through thick and thin, 
 Till we own the market road, 
 From field to miller's bin, 
 And we'll all work together. 
 
 2. How the farmers shouted 
 
 When they heard the joyful news; 
 Many who once doubted. 
 
 Now have changed their silly views; 
 The profiteers and gamblei's now, 
 
 Are shaking in their shoes, 
 For we'll all work together. 
 (Chorus) 
 
 3. The poison squad is trying hard 
 To keep us boys apart, 
 
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 To make us think we'll get nowhere. 
 So what's the use to start? 
 
 But we're tackling every job 
 With brave and joyous heart. 
 
 And we'll all work together 
 (Chorus) 
 
 4. The equity, the Union, 
 
 The Farm Bureau and our Club, 
 
 Have all agreed upon a plan 
 To sell the nation's grub, 
 
 We'll sell it by the ship-load. 
 Or enough to fill a tub, 
 
 And we'll all work together. 
 Chorus : 
 
 No. 2. 
 
 THE BATTLE CRY OF VICT'RY 
 
 (Air, *'The Battle Cry of Freedom.") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 L Let us rally to the Farm Clubs, 
 
 We'll rally once again, 
 Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 
 We will rally from the hill -side, 
 We'll gather from the plain, 
 Shouting the battle ciy of vict'ry, 
 
 Chorus : 
 In union we're winning, Hurrah, boys, 
 Hurrah I 
 
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 DoA^Ti with the gamblers, up with our 
 plan. 
 For we'll rally to the Farm Clubs, 
 
 We'll rally once again, 
 Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 
 
 2. We will answer to the call, 
 Of our leaders o 'er and o 'er. 
 Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry 
 For we want production cost, boys, 
 
 And just a little more, 
 Let's shout the battle cry of vict'ry. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 3. We will welcome to our Farm Clubs, 
 
 The loyal, brave and true, 
 Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 
 And al-tho' you may be poor, 
 
 Our good cause will see you through, 
 Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 4. So we're springing to the cause. 
 From the east and from the west, 
 Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry, 
 
 And we '11 hurl the robber crew 
 From the market they love best. 
 
 Shouting the battle cry of vict'ry. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
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 No. 3. 
 
 HAIL, YE FARMERS 
 
 (Air, "Hail Columbia. '^ 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 1. Hail, ye farmers of our land, 
 Hail, ye heroes, Heav'n bom band; 
 Who worked and toiled in wind and sun, 
 To feed the nations till they won, 
 And when the storm of war was gone, 
 Was cheated of eight billion bone. 
 Co-operation is our boast. 
 
 Ever mindful of the cost, 
 Ever striving for the prize; 
 Let its alter reach the skies. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Firm, united, let us be, 
 Rallying to our liberty, 
 As a band of brothers joined, 
 Peace and safety v/e shall find. 
 
 2. Hail, ye farmers, rise once more, 
 Defend your cause stand by your store, 
 Let no rude foe wdth impious hand. 
 Sow seeds of discord in our band. 
 Invade the shrine where sacred lies. 
 Of toil and blood, the well earned prize. 
 We want a spuare deal, true and just; 
 In Heav'n we place a manly trust, 
 That Tinith and Justice shall prevail,, 
 And every scheme of gamblers fail. 
 
 Cliorus : 
 
Ho. 4. 
 
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 Hail! /Sound the tramp of fame, 
 Let the Mi. F. A. ^s great name 
 Ring thro' the world witli loud applause 
 That all may help our" nofele cause, 
 Let every clime to freed'om dear, 
 Listen with a joyful ear. 
 With equal skill, with God-like power. 
 It guides us in the fearful hour 
 Of horrid war; or guides with ease, 
 The happier times of honest peace. 
 Chorus : 
 
 LOYAL FARMERS 
 
 (Air, ''My Maryland.") 
 
 Words by T. A. Campbell. 
 
 1. All loyal farmers, welcome here, 
 Cheerful are our hearts today; 
 
 Now, tell us, we would gladly hear, 
 How our cause speeds on its way. 
 
 Here we all pledge ourselves anew, 
 That we 'II not touch the poison bait. 
 
 To our Exchanges proving true, 
 For we are here to educate. 
 
 2. The profiteers on every hand, 
 Have knocked the farmers' market 
 
 down, 
 There is a profiteering band, 
 
 Now infesting every to\vn. 
 A million farmers are in line. 
 
 And fighting valient in the fray; 
 Up! Onward, brothers, till we win!. 
 
 Then shall dav^oi a glorious day. 
 
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 No. 5. 
 
 FARMERS, AWAKE r 
 
 (Air, *'Fla^ of the Free/') 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson, 
 
 1. Farmers, awake! Life is at stake! 
 
 Ye who have toiled 'mid the thunders of war; 
 If you would cheer your children, dear, 
 Organize quickly from mountain to shore. 
 Fight for your Freedom, don't be a slave. 
 Stand by each other, our good cause to save, 
 While through the sky loud rings the cry. 
 Union and Liberty ! One evermore. 
 
 2. Farmers, awake ! Do not foreake 
 
 Your fellow farmers who fight bravely on, 
 
 In Liberty's van. For manhood of men. 
 
 Striving for right through the years that are gone. 
 
 Pride of our country, honored are they. 
 
 Stand by their side if ye would win the day, 
 
 While through the sky, rings loud the cry : 
 
 Union and Liberty ! One evermore. 
 
 3. Farmers, awake 1 lest gamblers break 
 Our agriculture, and steal our loved home; 
 Open your eyes, let's orfranixe, 
 
 That we may prosper in years yet to come. 
 
 Don't let your greed today lose the fight. 
 
 Your friends are making for Truth and the Right, 
 
 But, through the sky, ring loud tlie cry : 
 
 Union and Liberty ! One evermore. 
 
Ko. 6. 
 
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 FARMERS' WIVES 
 
 (Air, ** Maryland, My Maryland/') 
 Opening song for Women *s Farm Clubs. 
 Words by Mrs. George Newlin 
 
 1l We arc happy, loyal band, 
 Farmer's wives, Oh, farmers' wives. 
 We'll organize this mighty land. 
 Farmers' wives, Oh, farmers' wives, 
 We'll work until our Clubs sball reach 
 From sea to sea and this shall teach 
 That farmers' wives are not so slow. 
 In Missouri, you must know. 
 
 2. Our aim shall be to study this, 
 Farmers' wives. Oh, farmers' \A4ves, 
 The higher, nobler things we miss, 
 Farmers' wives. Oh, farmers' wives, 
 We'll teach our children how to be 
 Upright and loyal, don't you see? 
 We'll work for schools, too, as we go, 
 In Missouri, you must know. 
 
 3. We'll promote friendship, banish woe, 
 Farmers' wives, Oh, farmers' wives, 
 Away with drudgery, our foe, 
 Farmers* wives, Oh, farmers' wives, 
 And not the least of the,«e, we bay, 
 
 Be loyal to the M. F. A., 
 
 And help it ever grow and grow, 
 
 In Missouri, you must know. 
 
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 No. 7. 
 
 FAREWELL, GAMBLERS 
 
 (Air, ** Good-night, Ladies.") 
 
 Words by B, H. Patterson 
 
 Good-bye, grafters, good-bye, grafters, 
 
 Good-bye, grafteTs, 
 WeVe going to fix you now. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Merrily, we'll organize, 
 
 Organize, organize. 
 Cheerfully we'll organize, 
 
 Over the U. S. A. 
 
 2. Farewell gamblers, farewell gamblers, 
 Farewell, gamblers, 
 
 "We've got you going now. 
 
 Chorus : 
 We will get a better price. 
 
 Better price, better price. 
 We will get a better price, 
 
 In the good U. S. A. : 
 
 3. Sweet dreams, gamblers, 
 Sweet dreams, gamblers, 
 Sweet dreams, gamblers. 
 That's all you'll have to do. 
 
 Chorus: 
 We will own the market road, 
 
 Market road, market road, 
 We will own the market road, 
 In the good U. S. A, 
 
No. 8. 
 
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 DRY YOUR TEARS 
 
 (Air, ** Convict's Dream/') 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 1. Let me tell you folks a stoiy, 
 I will make it very plain, 
 
 How we have worked for loved ones, 
 
 Many years through toil and pain, 
 Carefully my mother taught me. 
 
 Through my happy careless youth, 
 To be honest, ever faithful,, 
 
 And to stand for right and truth. 
 Soon I married, settled down, 
 
 And ceased any more to roam ; 
 Then I bought a little farmstead, 
 
 *Twas our place, we called it home. 
 
 Refrain : 
 In my little home Tm staying, 
 Interest on & loan I'm paying. 
 And to God I'm daily praying: 
 '*Help me. through the coming yeare, 
 Teach me to increase my earning, 
 Then this heart shall cease its yearning 
 When I pay off that old mortgage ;" 
 Dearest wif ey, dry your tears. 
 
 2. Down the lane beyond our cottage, 
 Stood a schoolhouse, lone and drear, 
 
 When school was out 'twas empty, 
 Till they taught another year. 
 
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 Then the farmers in our district, 
 Joined a real live Farm Club band, 
 
 Now we Ve learned to work together, 
 And I think the plan is g^Tand. 
 
 We have saved a lot of money 
 On things we have to Iwiy, 
 
 And we're getting better prices 
 
 For our stuff because we try. 
 Refrain : 
 
 No. 9. 
 
 Sheet music of above song sent post- 
 paid for 17e. 
 
 WE'RE WINNING, 
 
 (Air, **It's Morning^*') 
 
 Words by B. H Patterson. 
 
 1. Several years ago, 
 
 We were awful slow, 
 
 And we didn't have a bit of sense; 
 
 The man behind the plow, 
 
 Didn't know just how 
 
 To sell the stuff he raised at great 
 
 expense; 
 Then our good Bill Hirth, 
 Who used to cause us mirth. 
 Showed us farmers how to organiie ; 
 Fought for a square deal, 
 Made the gamblers squeal, 
 You can bet your socks, now, we art 
 
 wise; 
 Look here, guys. 
 
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 Refrain : 
 
 We 're winning, 
 
 Don't you hear the boys a crowing? 
 We've got the gamblers on the run, 
 For our Farm Club move is growing 
 Soon, now we'll sit in on the board 
 
 of trade, 
 And see that to each farmer a just 
 
 price is paid ; 
 We're winning, (rooster crow.) 
 We're winning. 
 
 2. Now we're organized, 
 
 And you 'd be surprised, 
 
 The big commission men have found 
 
 it out ; 
 They are talking love, 
 Great Scott ! and stars above ! 
 Isn't that enough to make you shout? 
 Soon we'll have a man 
 In each big town who can 
 Get a better price for our good stuff. 
 So, let's co-operate, 
 Don 't take their poison bait, 
 And, you bet, we'll call the packers* 
 
 bluff. 
 That's enough. 
 
 Refrain : 
 Music of above **Air*- sent postpaid for 23e, 
 
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 No. 10. 
 
 THAT PENNY GRABBING HABIT 
 
 (Air, ''That Working Habit.'*) 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 1. Will you listen to me, Farm Clubs, 
 
 While I tell to you, 
 This selling eggs to packers, 
 
 It will never do ; 
 Some folks sell out for a penny more, 
 Now, that kind of business, boys. 
 
 Just makes me sore. 
 I *m a telling you farmers, now, 
 
 We'll have to stick 
 To our Farm Club Exchanges 
 
 If we turn the trick. 
 That penny grabbing habit is mighty 
 
 bad, 
 And I'm glad that is a habit 
 
 That I never had. 
 
 Refrain : 
 That grabbing at pennies is mighty 
 
 bad, 
 And that is a habit that I never had, 
 I'm a telling you folks, now, I'm 
 
 mighty glad, 
 That penn;^ grabbing habit I never 
 
 had. 
 
 2. When our Farm Clubs organized 
 Our Farmefls' Store, 
 
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 The produce men began to pay, 
 
 a penny more, 
 Thought they'd kill our business, 
 
 In a month or two ; 
 But they'll never kill it, 
 
 I'm a telling you, 
 For we have done more business, noAV, 
 Since we've been here. 
 Than at the present rate 
 They'll do iu many a year, 
 So let us work together and we will 
 
 win, 
 That penny grabbling habit is a 
 mighty sin. 
 Refrain ; 
 Music of above ''Air" sent postpaid for 23c. 
 
 No. 11 
 
 LET IT ALONE 
 
 (Air, *'Let It Alone") 
 
 Words by K H. Patterson. 
 
 1. In going through this pig iron world. 
 
 It's sometimes asked of yon. 
 To give advice at certain times, 
 And tell folks what to do ; 
 Now, at these times, I'm going to tell 
 
 Just what's the wisest plan, 
 When it comes to mixing in with things 
 
 You don't just understand. 
 
 Refrain : 
 Let it alone, let it alone, 
 
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 If it don*"t concern you. let it alone, 
 Don't go four-flushing and putting on airsr. 
 And a mixing into other folks affairs; 
 If you don't know, say so, 
 Mind your own business, and let it alone. 
 
 2. Now since the farmers organized 
 Their loyal Farm Club band, 
 
 And started out to sell the stuff 
 
 They raise upon the land, 
 The gamblers and the profiteers 
 
 Are giving free advice ; 
 **Your Farmers' Store will soon blow up, 
 
 We'll pay a higher price." 
 
 Refrain : 
 Let it alone, let it alone ; 
 Get aAvfnl busy and let it alone; 
 Don't let them feed you their poison bait, 
 For you'll be sorry when it's too late, 
 But be good, and saw wood, 
 Stay with your o-'.vn business and let it alone. 
 
 3. Suppose that luck's against you, 
 And while on your weary way. 
 
 Along some side street you should find 
 
 A produce man. we'll say. 
 He *s talking very friendly now, 
 
 And tells you how he's wise, 
 How the Cold Storage is robbing you, 
 
 And a lot of other lies. 
 
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 Refrain : 
 Let it alone, let it alone, 
 He's paid for lying, so let it alone; 
 Don't listen to a lot of lies, 
 And carry them home to your neighbor guys 
 But get hep, and have some pep, 
 Study your own business, and let it alone. 
 
 4. If you see two people fussing, 
 Well, a man and woman, say, 
 
 You know that it's not nice for thera. 
 
 To carry on that way ; 
 He's trying to take their produce 
 
 To the Packer's store, I fear, 
 And this lady swats tlie gentleman, 
 
 With an old egg on his ear. 
 
 Kef rain : 
 Let it alone, let it alone; 
 You don't know the people, so let it alone; 
 They know their business right, all right. 
 They have an egg fight every night, 
 If you go butt in, 
 They will break your chin, 
 Turn around and beat it, and let it alone. 
 
 5. Now folks, I'd like to stay right here, 
 And sing to you all day, 
 
 But there are other gentlemen, 
 
 Who have a word to say. 
 So when I sing this spasm, I'll quit, 
 
 And give these lads a show, 
 
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 To tell you folks a lot of things, 
 You really ought to know. 
 
 Refrain : 
 Let me alone, let me alone, 
 For I have finished, so let me alone. 
 Don't ask me for another trick, 
 For they might hit me with a brick, 
 So, here's hoAV, I'm going now, 
 Listen to these other boys. 
 And let me alone. 
 Music of above **Air" sent postpaid for 23e. 
 
 No. 12. 
 
 THAT FARM CLUB CAMP MEETING 
 
 (Air, *' Georgia Camp Meeting.") 
 Words by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 1. A big meeting took place, 
 
 By the Farm Club race, 
 
 Away down at ♦Springfield ; 
 
 There were folks large and small, 
 
 Lanky, lean, fet and tall,, 
 
 At this great Club camp meeting; 
 
 The leaders spoke out, 
 
 And the people did shout. 
 
 They were so happy, 
 
 For they have a plan, 
 
 That will beat the robber clan, 
 
 If they're loyal to a man. 
 
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 Refrain : 
 When we first began here to organize, 
 Then a lot of big guys, 
 Started telling their lies; 
 But the loyal farmers caused great 
 
 surprise. 
 For that we were wise 
 No one now denies, 
 And determined to win the prize. 
 
 2. When the Storage we bought. 
 How the produce men fought, 
 For they saw their finish ; 
 They put up the cash, 
 Our good business to smash. 
 And offered market bribes. 
 But our leaders were true, 
 Saw the Cold Storage through, 
 Say, boys, we're winning! 
 Be loyal — it's right — 
 And we'll win this noble fight, 
 And the whole world will see our light 
 Refrain : 
 • Name of any place may be substituted. 
 MiLsic of the above **Air" sent postpaid for 27c. 
 
 Tell me if you can what kind of a man. 
 Is the man who will pass up his Club, 
 And go to the guy who robs him to buy 
 All his twine? Would you call him a "dub"! 
 
 **Rimos" of the Times. 
 
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 No. 13. 
 
 JUST A-DRAGGIN ALONG 
 
 (Air, "Draecgin' Aloiif; ") 
 
 Words by B. PT. Pattersoir 
 
 1. Why is I livin*, lorcly orxly knows, 
 
 Got no money, nothin to eat, 
 An' a-v/earin rag-ged clotlie.s. 
 
 Fort all out upon tlie s^i-ound, 
 De bosom of my pant.s 'bout gone, 
 For Fve worked hard 'bout all my life. 
 And I've been Avhat you'd call right 
 stroTig. 
 
 Refrain : 
 Well, I ain't been livin', nohow, 
 
 Just a-draggin' along. 
 I 've worked all day without much pay, 
 An' I think there's somethin' wrong. 
 Po'kchops, chicken, fo' them what can, 
 
 But all I ever gets is a lick at the pan 
 Well, I ain't been livin', nohoAV, 
 
 Just a-draggin along. 
 
 2. I'se been unlucky all my doggone life, 
 
 Nineteen hundred bought a farm 
 An' took m.yself a wife. 
 
 Took dat gal right by my side, 
 An put her in my little home. 
 An started a-workin\ hard an' long. 
 To make dat money come. 
 
 Refrain : 
 Well, I ain't been livin', nohow^ 
 
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 Just a-draggin' a 1 0110;; 
 Guess I's^ too dogfone measly slow, 
 
 To catch a train dat's gone,. 
 Now we've got chillun' to beat the 
 band, 
 I don't know how to feed 'em an' 
 pay for this land. 
 Well, I ain't been livin,' nohow, 
 Just a-drag^n along. 
 (Sheet music of above song sent postpaid for 17c) 
 
 No. 14. 
 
 RALLY TO THE FARM CLUB 
 
 (Air, ''Rally 'Round The Flag.") 
 
 1. Yes, we'll rally to the Farm Club, we'll rally once 
 
 again, 
 Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 
 We will rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the 
 
 plain, 
 Shouting the fanners' cry of freedom. 
 
 Chorus : 
 The Farm Club forever, hurrah boys, hurrah ! 
 Dov/n vvdth the packer, up with the farm. 
 While we rally to the Farm Club, rally once again, 
 Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 
 
 2. We are springing to the call of our brothers gone 
 
 before, 
 Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 
 And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a thousand 
 
 farmers more. 
 Shouting the farmers' cry of freedom. 
 
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 No. 15. 
 
 TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP. 
 
 OUR CAUSE IS MARORIKQ 
 
 (Air, ** Tramp, Tramp, Tramp.") 
 
 Words by B, H. Patterson. 
 
 1. Tn my little home I sit, thinking of the farmer's lot, 
 "^:^.w for many years weVe worked in sun and rain; 
 How we tried to build a home. 
 
 For the wife and little tot, 
 
 But it looks like now our toil had been in vain. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Tramp, tramp, tramp, our cause is marching, 
 Cheer up comrades, let's be gay; 
 For we know our cause is just, 
 And we '11 whip the robber trust. 
 Then I'm sure that we can make the old farm pay. 
 
 2. Long our little Farm Club band 
 Talked and Avorked from day to day. 
 
 For they longed to see the farmers orgattiize ; 
 But for years they would not heed. 
 Did not see how it would pay. 
 
 But I,m glad to say that now they're getting wise. 
 (Chorus) 
 
 3. While we labor at a loss, 
 We are waiting for the day, 
 
 When we'll own the road to market for and near; 
 And our weary hearts rejoice. 
 For v/e know we'll have the say. 
 When we sell the stuff we raise at cost so dear. 
 (Chorals) 
 
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 No. 16. 
 
 GET AWAY, PROFITEERS. 
 
 (Air, *'Dixie.'0 
 
 Words by B. H. Pattei'son. 
 
 1. I wish I lived in a land of freedom 
 Prom profiteers, we do not need 'em, 
 Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 
 In such a land of milk and honey, 
 Profiteers couldn't grab your money. 
 Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Guess I'll, go back to Missouri, Hooray, Hooray 
 For in that land there is a band of loyal Fann Club 
 
 boostem, 
 Away, away, away down in Missouii, 
 Away, away, away down in Missouri. 
 
 2. They passed some laws in the legislature, 
 That changed the gamblers' ugly nature, 
 Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 
 
 They have robbed the farmers for years and years, 
 That's why we call them profiteers. 
 Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 
 Chorus : 
 
 3. These profiteers have a little game, 
 'Twould make the devil blush with shame, 
 Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 
 
 They'll sell a dime's vrorth and charge you a dollar, 
 Isn't that enough to make you holler. 
 Get away, get away, get away, profiteers ? 
 Chorus: 
 
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 4. So hoe your com and scratch your gi-avel, 
 
 We're ^oing to make those gamblers travel, 
 
 Get away, get away, get away, profiteers. 
 
 We'll show them we can manage our own selling, 
 
 And that's just why you hear us yelling, 
 
 "Get away, get away, get away, profiteer/* 
 
 Chorus: 
 Well, I'm going to Missouri, Hooray, Hooray, 
 For in that state, "co-operate" 
 Is the war cry of the Farm Clubs, 
 Away, away, away down in Missouri, 
 Away, away, away down in Missouri, 
 
 No. 17. 
 
 ON THE FARM IN OLD MISSOURI 
 
 (Air, "My Old Missouri Home") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 1. Well, I'm back down on a farm in old Missouri, 
 Where I spent so many happy childhood days. 
 But of late this farm life does not seem so cheery, 
 For it seems that everything has changed its ways. 
 Oh, how well do I remcml>er in my childhood. 
 How that two-bit corn was fed to two-cent swine, 
 And we had to hunt the cows out in the wildwood, 
 Now, I know because both of these jobs were mine. 
 
 Refrain : 
 Many years have come and gone, 
 Since I left that dear old home. 
 
 Years of travel that have filled my head with sense. 
 But tonight I have returned 
 To the farm that I once spurned, 
 Wheie a living I can make at less expense. 
 
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 2. Now we feed the hogs good com that costs a dollar, 
 And we cannot sell them for a dime a pound, 
 And it takes a load of wool to buy a collar, 
 Or a bunch of steers to buy a good wolf hound. 
 But the farmers now are working with each other, 
 They're determined to control the profiteers, 
 Soon they'll own the road to market, now, my brother 
 Then better times we'll have through coming years. 
 
 Refrain : 
 
 There's a loyal Farm Club Band, 
 Organized throughout the land, 
 And they're fighting for the farmer, far and near, 
 And I'm sure that we will win, 
 For we'll stick through thick and thin. 
 And we'll get a better price another year. 
 (Sheet music of above song sent postpaid for 17c) 
 
 The busy little honey bee, 
 Works hard from dawn till dark. 
 To gather the ambrosia and store it in his ark. 
 When his crop is harvested, he thinks to take his ease, 
 A great two-legged giant 
 Comes and robs the little bees. 
 Just so Avith the farmer, he works, too, all day. 
 Producing abundant surplus, 
 And hopes to "make it pay.*' 
 'Long comes another giant, 
 And takes the fruit of his toil, 
 
 Yes, he'g just like the honey bee, this tiller of the soil. 
 
 •Rimes" of the Times. 
 
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 Ho. 18. 
 
 THE FARMERS' CLUB 
 
 ■ (Air, "Solid The Lij^ht."} 
 
 Words by Mi's. Ilattie Kirchner. 
 
 ■^ There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless land» 
 
 Join our Club, join our Club, 
 "^^mi-«i ^e men to gather to this Farmers' band, 
 
 Farmers' Club, the Farmers' Club, 
 
 Chorus : 
 Join our Band, this hearty Farmers' Band, 
 Let's be known from shore to shoTe, 
 'n our band, let us united stand, 
 Before the world, foreveimore. 
 
 2. Let us hope that Loyalty may here abound, 
 In our Club, in our Club, 
 
 And a friendly spiiit everywhere be found, 
 in our Club, in our Club.. 
 Chorus 
 
 3. Let us not grow weary in the work of our band. 
 Farmers' Club, the Farmers' Club, 
 
 Let us gather members who A\dll stick and stand. 
 For our Club, for our Club. 
 Chorus 
 
 — ^ — 
 
 Now, where is the "dub" who passed up his club, 
 
 And went to the dealer to buy 
 His binder tv.dne ? I hear him wliine, 
 **The dealer's price vras too high." 
 
 "Rimes" of the Times. 
 
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 Ko. 19. 
 
 FIOHTINO FOR THE FARMERS' RIGHTS 
 
 (Air, ''We're Tenting Tonight") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 1. We are flghting today for the farmers' rights, 
 
 Give us a song to cheer. 
 Our weary hearts, a song of home, 
 And friends we love so dear. 
 
 Chorus: 
 Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, 
 
 Waiting for the time to come, 
 Many are the hearts looking for the right. 
 
 To own our little home. 
 Working today, fighting today, working for that 
 time to come. 
 
 2. We've been working for years for the farmers' 
 
 rights, 
 Toiling at times in vain; 
 The farmer has had to carry the load, 
 'Mid hardships, toil and pain. 
 Chorus : 
 
 3. We are tired of the way they have treated us, 
 
 Throughout the weary years. 
 They have robbed us of the stuff we raised, 
 In toil and sweat and tears. 
 Chorus : 
 4 We've been working for years for the farmens' 
 rights. 
 Many brave hearts are sore, 
 Bat determined are we to stay to the end, 
 We'll fight forevermore. 
 Chorus : 
 
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 No. 20. 
 
 To William Hirth. 
 I'LL STICK 
 
 (The Missouri Farm Club Song.) 
 
 Words and Music by B. H. Patterson 
 
 1. Down in old Missouri is a fighting Farm Club band, 
 They're full of pep and loyalty, well known 
 
 throughout the land. 
 They're fighting for a right to sell the crops they 
 work to raise, 
 At a price that will enable them to save for rainy 
 days. 
 The profiteers and gamblers on the city boards of 
 trade, 
 Are trying hard in ev'ry way to have this move 
 delayed, 
 By putting out their market bribes and propaganda 
 too, 
 But they're doomed to disappointment, as you^ll 
 see before I'm through. 
 
 Refrain : 
 "I'll Stick, I'll stick," is the motto I would teach; 
 Make your watchword ''loyalty" and practice 
 what you preach. 
 Eally to the cause, boys, one hundred thousand strong 
 And we'll make the welkin ring, 
 As our Farm Club songs we sing; 
 ''I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick" 
 I'll stick to the Farm Club, boys, forever. 
 
 2, Long we've toiled in wind and sun from dawn till 
 
 close of day, 
 
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 To feed a hungry nation, and our many debts to 
 pay. 
 "We worked hard from our chins down while our 
 heads were fast asleep, 
 And the gamblers paid us what they would for 
 poultry, hogs and sheep. 
 But now we're wide awake, you bet, and up and 
 coming strong; 
 I We'll win our way to market boys, 'twill not take 
 
 very long; 
 1 Go out into the by-ways, bring your neighbors to 
 the fold. 
 And we'll win the fight for truth and right; my 
 I story I have told. 
 
 (Refrain) 
 I'll stick, I'll stick," is the motto I would teach; 
 I Make your watchword loyalty, and practice what 
 ' you preach. 
 
 j Rally to the cause, boys, one hundred thousand strong 
 I And we'll make the welkin ring, 
 
 I As our Farm Club songs we sing; 
 
 "I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick" 
 I'll stick to the Farm Club, boys, forever* 
 
 I ENCORE VERSES 
 
 j 3. When our country went to war for Right and 
 Liberty, 
 To help the war-worn nations in their fight across 
 the sea, 
 They told us loyal farmers that our food the war 
 
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 would win, 
 Then they handed us a package that would kfll 
 
 the "man of sin/' 
 *Twas ** raise more cotton, raise more corn, more 
 
 barley oats and wheat/* 
 And, ** raise more cattle, hogs and sheep, and 
 
 ev'rything to cat.*' 
 They raised the price of eveiything the farmer had 
 
 to buy, 
 But as ho toiled from dawn till dark, I heard the 
 
 farmer sigh : 
 
 (Rffmin) 
 
 *'I'll stick, I'll stick,*' said the farmer to his wife, 
 "I'll stick to my country, and if needed, give my 
 life; 
 We '11 work for our boys who are fighting o 'er the lea 
 Till they whip old Kaiser Hun, 
 And this cruel war is won ; 
 I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, 
 I'll stick to my country, dear, forever." 
 
 4. Our brave lads helped win the war and whipped 
 old Kaiser Bill, 
 But many thousands lost their lives before the 
 guns were still; 
 The farmers raised a pile of grub, the like was never 
 seen, 
 A]id they tho't to sell it for enough to wdpe the 
 mortgage clean 
 The gamblers said, "We've got him now, we'll 
 cause a market craibh.*' 
 
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 Five billion bones the farmeis lost v,iicn piiec-s 
 
 went to smash; 
 **IVe got enough," the fanner said, "no more I'll be 
 
 the goat ; 
 We'll organize, co-operate — pull hard! — don't 
 
 rock the boat!" 
 
 (Refrain) 
 *'I'll stick, I'll stick," is the motto 1 would teach; 
 Make your watchword ''loyalty" and practice 
 what you preach ; 
 Rally to the cause boys, one hundred t]iou:^and strong 
 And v/e'll make the welkin ring, 
 As our Farm Club songs v/e sing; 
 "I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick" 
 I'll stick to the Farm Club, boys, forever. 
 
 C0PYRtGHT.t92l, BY B. H. PATTERSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 
 
 I'LL STICK. 
 
 Parody, by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 Once there was a bedbug and a lively little flea. 
 They started out together, boys, this grand old 
 world to see ; 
 They hopped upon a maiden fair, her name was 
 \Sallie Black, 
 And the bedbug said, "I'm hungry, say, let's eat 
 a little snack. ' * 
 They tried it here and tried it there, to find a tender 
 spot. 
 And Sallie, she began to sqinrm, for things vv'ere 
 getting hot ; 
 The bedbug said, "I've found it now. right here I'm 
 going to stay," 
 
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 And as thf^y dug into that dame I heard the bedbug 
 say: 
 
 (Refrain) 
 ''I'll stick, I'll stick," said the bedbug to the flea, 
 I'll sticls to her ankle, and you bite her on the knee; 
 ^T^^e'll make Sallie howl, when \re both begin to dig, 
 And slie '11 cut the pigeon wing, 
 As she hunts for ''that old thing;'' 
 "I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick, I'll stick" 
 
 I'll stick to my Sally gal, forever." 
 (Sheet music of above song sent postpaid for 15c) 
 
 Ho. 21. 
 
 I'LL TELL YOU PENNY FELLOWS 
 
 YOU HAD BETTER GO SLOW 
 
 (Air, "Casey Jones.") 
 
 By Roy S. Dorraan. 
 Revised and last verse by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 i. Now, come all you people, if you want to hear, 
 What the Farm Clubs 'round our town are doing 
 
 this year ; 
 Well, eveiy loyal member is just rearing to go 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
 
 go slow. 
 We put in our exchange, and its here to stay, 
 And I'll tell you, boys, tliat we're going to make 
 
 it pay, 
 For we've saved lots of money on our binder twine. 
 On flour, feed and salt and such things of 
 
 thst kind. 
 
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 Refrain : 
 The old Farm Club is going to stay in our town. 
 And every man is up and ready to go ; 
 The old Farm Club has saved us lots of money, 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows you had better 
 go slow^ 
 
 2. Oh, we've got some farmere into legislature now, 
 And we're going to teach the bigbugs how to sweat 
 
 and plow, 
 For the old Farm Club believes in doing what's right, 
 And we're going to have a say-so if we have to start 
 
 a fight. 
 Not many years ago, you remember very fair, 
 There were not many people who became a 
 
 millionaire 
 Now w^e have them by the thousands, wdll have more 
 
 if we allow, 
 ' Who makes their money for them? — its the man 
 
 behind the plow. 
 
 Refrain : 
 The Old Farm Club sent some men to Jefferson, 
 The way they fought, now, made the gamblers go, 
 The Old Farm Club is going to win the battle. 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows you had better 
 go slow. 
 
 3. The profiteer is carefid to stay in out of the rain, 
 And scheme to skin the farmer out of all his stock 
 
 and grain. 
 But when they get possejsKion, I can tell you boys. 
 
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 they^re wise, 
 They will get a long price for it, they know how to 
 
 organize. 
 ^So we 're going to stick together, and I know that we 
 
 will win, 
 And we will show the gamblers, we can stick through 
 
 thick and thin ; 
 You can tell it to the world, that we have a right 
 
 to blow, 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
 
 go slow. 
 
 Refrain : 
 The Old Farm Club is going to smash the gamblers, 
 We'll regulate, and make his profits low; 
 The man who toils deserves to get the money, 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
 go slow. 
 
 4. Now, I'll tell you folks something that I will 
 
 never do, 
 I wouldn't sell myself for a penny or two; 
 But I know some people who are just that kind, 
 They will overlook a dollar, while they're grabbing 
 
 for a dime. 
 Now these profiteers and gamblers are as crooked as 
 
 a snake, 
 And these market bribes they offer you are nothing 
 
 but a fake. 
 I wouldn't sell out to them, for I couldn't stoop 
 
 that low. 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
 
 go slow. 
 
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 Refrain ; 
 The Old Farm Club v/ill never sell to packers, 
 No loyal man will ever stoop that low, 
 And those v/ho sell to them are dirty slackers, 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
 go slow. 
 
 5. Well the women now have organized a Women *s 
 
 Farm Club Band, 
 And they 're helping take the message to each farmer 
 
 in the land ; 
 When they put their heads together they make things 
 
 up and go, 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
 
 go slow. 
 For the hand that r'ocks the cradle is the hand that 
 
 rules the world, 
 And you might as well quit business if their wratlvat 
 
 you is hurled, 
 And I know we'll win the battle, it will not take 
 
 very long, 
 If the women all will help us, — I have sung my 
 
 little song. 
 
 Refrain : 
 The Auxiliary Farm Club will help win the battle, 
 They're here to stay, now, boys, just watch 'em go. 
 They're after those who steal our grain and cattle, 
 And I'll tell you penny fellows, you had better 
 go slow. 
 
 Sheet music of the above song sent postpaid for 27c. 
 
Farm Club Songs 
 No. 22. 
 
 THE HANDWRITING ON THE WALL. 
 
 By Mrs. Julia F. Blackman. 
 
 NOTE: The following son^ was written by the 
 beloved "Uncle Joe" about three months ago. The 
 song is sung to the tune of *"Tis the Hand of God 
 On tlie Wall." This is a beautiful message, and it 
 ^ives us all the inspiring thouglit, that even though 
 the mortal body of ''Uncle Joe" is gone, her noble 
 spirit is still "carrying on" the great struggle in 
 which she was so deeply interested, that farmers 
 might be made free. Save this song and learn to 
 sing it in rememberance of "Uncle Joe." 
 
 1. We are marshaling our forces. 
 
 To protect our rights from wrong; 
 We're enrolling now for warfare, 
 
 Our troops are brave and strong. 
 Our battle cry is freedon, 
 
 And it comes from one and all; 
 Our ' ' slavery ' ' is finished — 
 
 It is written on the wall 
 
 Refrain : 
 'Tis the farmer's hand on the wall ; 
 *Tis a mighty hand upon the wall, 
 'Tis the hand of organization. 
 You may read its ironclad message 
 While that hand is writing on the wall. 
 
 2. Our homes and sacred alters, 
 
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 We have cherished dear and long, 
 Now call to us for respite 
 
 From mighty deeds of wrong. 
 The dearest right of manhood 
 
 God gave unto us all, 
 We will rescue now forever — 
 
 It is written on the wall. 
 Refrain : 
 
 3. Our homes have been invaded, 
 By the gamblers in our land, 
 Till we are forced to open battle 
 
 On the profiteering band. 
 We will teach them law and duty, 
 
 Love and justice is for all. 
 We will teach them compensation 
 In the writing on the wall 
 
 Refrain i 
 'Tis the farmer's hand on the wall; 
 'Tis a mighty hand upon the wall; 
 'Tis the hand of compensation 
 In the hand of organization 
 That you see now writing on the walL 
 
 The best friend of the packer 
 Is a dirty penny slacker, 
 Who for one cent a dozen 
 Will keep the lies a-buzzin' 
 The produce men are tellin«z 
 How they can beat us selling. 
 
 ** Rimes" of the Times. 
 
Farm Club Songs 
 No.23. 
 
 AWAY WITH GAMBLING 
 
 (Air, ''Dixie.") 
 By '* Uncle Joe" or Julia F. Bl.ickman. 
 
 1. This beautiful land, God's own footstool, 
 Shall never submit to the grafter's rule. 
 
 Then away, then away, then away v;ith gambling. 
 There's room for all to have a square deal. 
 And If you don't get yours stand up and squeal. 
 And squeal, and squeal and squeal on the gamblers. 
 
 Chorus : 
 There'll be no room for gamblers here, not here, not 
 
 here, 
 We hold the fanner's life too dear 
 To see it choked out by Gamblers. 
 Then aAvay, away, away with profiteering. 
 Away, away, away with profiteering. 
 
 2. While our merchants price and sell their wares, 
 The farmer '11 do his figgenn' on shares. 
 
 Then away, then away, then aAvay with gambling. 
 
 And here we stand, a strong brotherhood 
 
 To wipe out gambling on our food. 
 
 Then away, then away, then away with gamblers. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 3. For our eounthy's free with equal right, 
 And if you don't get yours get up and fight. 
 And fight, and fight, and fight the gambler. 
 We'll feed the world as we've always done. 
 And the thief who robs we'll put on the run. 
 
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 Then awiy, then away, then away with gambling. 
 Chorus: 
 
 4. This robbing each otht^r has got to be stopped, 
 Or our great big boat is a-goin to be rocked, 
 Be rocked, be rocked, be rocked clean over. 
 For the time is a-comin* when the old scrape goat, 
 WiU jump in the middle and rock the boat, 
 Rock the boat, rock the boat, the boat clean over. 
 (Chorus) 
 
 Ko. 24. 
 
 THE PATCH ON THE FARMER'S PANTS 
 
 . (Air, "The Patch On the Wo rkingman's Pants.") . 
 As sung by Fama and Itrice Ellis. 
 
 There's many a patch in this wide world of ours, 
 
 You'll find them where-ever you lo<5k,. 
 There are patches of onions, potatoes, and beans, 
 
 And over>i;hing else that you cook. 
 There are cucumber patches, and patches of dirt, 
 
 And many more patches, perchance, 
 1 But the patch that I sing of is a different thing, 
 
 "lis the patch on the farmer's pants. 
 
 1 Chorus : 
 
 Oh, the patch on the Farmer's pants, on his pants, 
 
 The patch on the Farmer's pants. 
 The dude so derides it the poor fellow hides it, 
 
 The patch on the Farmer's pants. 
 
 2. It begins on the front while he 18 working eac. 
 
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 And the cloth rather threadbare has grown, 
 So his wife puts a patch on beneath the worn spot, 
 
 So neatly *twould hardly be known, 
 But the cloth wears away from the patch day by day, 
 
 And in size there's a steady advance, 
 Oh it grovs day by day in a sorrowful way, 
 
 Doop tho patch on the Parmer's pants. 
 (Chorus) 
 
 ?}. Biit at last the timo comes when they mnnot be 
 fix^d, 
 And the wife shakes her head in dispair. 
 Then bravely goes at it to mend them again, 
 
 There 's no money to get a n^w pair. 
 For the children need clothes and they all must have 
 shoes. 
 And the interest must be paid in advance. 
 So a still larger piece must go in at the kviee, 
 To the patch on the Farmer's pants. 
 (Chorus) 
 
 4. There's a sadder time still when his debts must 
 
 be paid, 
 And the profiteer takes all he haa. 
 Now the patch is transfered to a different place, 
 
 On the part which his idleness wears. 
 And ^vhicheve^ way the poor follow may turn, 
 
 Ilis trouble ir seen at a glance. 
 Turn v/hich v/ay he may, then his woe he'll display, 
 Tliere 's a patch on both sides of his pants. 
 Chorus: 
 
 5. There's a good time to come when the farmer 
 
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 whose work, 
 
 THh the world with its pleasure aud pelf, 
 Shall no longer shrink in ]:is patched seedy clothes, 
 
 But shall have what he makes for himself, 
 Let us preach the great doctiine of Farmer's Clubs, 
 
 And demand for each farmer a chance. 
 Then their banner unfurled, shall cover the world, 
 
 As the patch on the farmer's panis. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Then there'll be ne'er a patch on the farmer's pants, 
 
 No patch on the farmer's pants. 
 For the dude to deride, and the poor fellow hide, 
 
 No patch on the farmer's pants. 
 
 No. 25. 
 
 WELCOME 
 
 (Air, "Welcome Springtime.") 
 
 Words by Mrs. T. J. Holmes. 
 
 1. Welcome Fann Club members all are welcome here 
 And the many Clubs will down the profiteer, 
 
 To all ** yellow backs" we'll bid a last adieu 
 Welcome loyal members, we will cheer for you. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Now a song, a song of welcome, 
 We will sing a joyful lay, 
 As a loyal, loyal tribute. 
 To our M. F. A. 
 
 2. When the busy farmers all get organized. 
 
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 Then the profiteens and gamblers will be quite 
 
 surprised. 
 For the stalwart farmer fights an honest fight, 
 Keep on Farm Club members, you are doing right 
 
 No. 26. 
 
 FIOHTma FOR ▲ "SQUARE DEAL*' 
 
 (Air, "Marching Through Georgia.") 
 
 Words by J. A. Scott. 
 
 1. The fanner is a busy man, his work is never done. 
 Although he rises early and he works from sun to sun 
 He never will be idle as through life he makes the run 
 If he ]■ fighting for a "square deal.*' 
 
 Chorus ; 
 I'll stick, I'll stick, as one among the few; 
 I '11 stick, I '11 stick, and do what I can do. 
 If everyone will help us we will put the whole thing 
 
 through, 
 While we are fighting for a "square deal." 
 
 2. If only we '11 get organised the cause will not be lost 
 W^e can sell things at a profit and get produetion cost 
 We'll scare away the profiteers and the middleman 
 
 exhaust, 
 If only we fight for a "square deal." 
 
 3. We've always been the "under dog" its time that 
 
 we were up, 
 For we have all the world to feed, no plaee for ua 
 
 to stop. 
 For all the human race is looking to us for a crop, 
 While we are fighting for a "square deal." 
 
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 4. We farmers have been much abused, we've always 
 
 been the goat, 
 The profiteer has bled us till he's nothing but a bloat. 
 The farmer has but little left, an old slouch hat and 
 
 coat. 
 It's time he was fighting for a ''square deal." 
 
 Chorus : 
 No. 27. 
 
 THESE ARE THE ONES WE WANT 
 (Air, "SmUes.") 
 Theire are boys who take to banking, 
 There are boys that like the law, 
 Tliere are boys that think the busy doctor 
 Is the one whose life has not a flaw. 
 There are boys who strive to make big fortunes, 
 But for us you need not feel alarm ; 
 For the boys that we want in the future 
 Are the boys on the good old farm. 
 
 There are girls that think the city 
 
 Is the only place to go. 
 
 There are girls that do not care for cooking, 
 
 Nor have time to knit or sew, 
 
 There are girls who think the joy of living^ 
 
 Is an auto or a dress so fine ; 
 
 But the girls that we want in the future, 
 
 Are the girls on the good old farm. 
 
 There are clubs for girls in sewing. 
 
 There are clubs in canning too ; 
 
 There are clubs that teach us to feed poultry 
 
 As the best of poultry breeders do ; 
 
 There are clubs for raising com and taterg, 
 
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 Feeding pigs or calves or sheep so fine — 
 All these clubs to make us better farmers 
 Are the clubs of the 4-H sign. 
 
 There are clubs to spend your money, 
 
 There are clubs to join for fun. 
 
 There are clubs to chase along the cattle, 
 
 Or with clubs sometimes a game is won. 
 
 There are clubs we often swing for dumbells; 
 
 Thare arc clubs that father took to me, 
 
 But of all the clubs you ere could mention, 
 
 Is the Missoui-i Farmei-s' Club for me. 
 
 No. 28. 
 
 LOYALTY TO THE FARM CLUB 
 
 (Air, '* Loyalty To the Master.") 
 
 Words by Mrs. Hattie Kirchner. 
 Loyalty to the Farm Club, loyalty to the Exchange, 
 Loyalty now and ever, cherrily let us sing. 
 Wholly at its command, let every membei^ be, 
 Joyfully serving the Farm Club, serving with loyalty. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Loyal members let us joyfully march along, 
 Forward, Forward, with a triumphant song, 
 Onward, onward, a happy and loyal throng. 
 Loyal to our Farm Club and Exchange. 
 
 2. Loyalty to the Farm Club letting it lead the way, 
 Glorious is our banner, follow it every day, 
 
 Lito tlie midst of battle, conquering as we go, 
 Victory we are prondsed over the deadly foe. 
 Chorus : 
 
 3. Loyalty to the Farm Club, looking to it alone, 
 
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 Turning away from profiteers, farmers miist hold 
 
 their own-. 
 Onward, still onward pressing, seeing the starry prize 
 Each one loyal and faithful, boosting it to the skies. 
 Chorus : 
 
 No. 29. 
 
 WHEN THE WOMEN BEGIN TO VOTE 
 
 As Su?ig by J. R. Pattr rson 
 
 1. Things look blue, to tell to you, 
 Of that please make a note. 
 
 There'll be a big fuss, and «j great big muss, 
 
 "When the women begin to vole. 
 
 There'll be women lawyeis and women doctors, 
 
 And women policemen too. 
 
 Women Judges and Car Comluctoi's, 
 
 Then what vdW the poor man do ? 
 
 2. There '1 be policemen giand, you understand. 
 Oh, won't that be a sight? 
 
 And all you fellows '11 hug lamp posts. 
 
 And Stay out late at night. 
 
 They'll knock you silly, ^vith a big woodea billy, 
 
 And put you in a terrible stew. 
 
 Give you six months time, and ten dollars fine, 
 
 Then v/hat v.dll the poor man do? 
 
 3. They'll scratch and fight, witli all their might. 
 There'll be the Devil to pay. 
 
 Rear and tear and pull your hair. 
 At the polls on election day. 
 
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 They'll want to be Mayor, and wear short haH%. 
 Mind what I say is true. 
 
 If they get a chance, they'll wear the pants> 
 Then what will the p©or man do t 
 
 4. The Saloon they'll kill, with & Dynamite pilt 
 
 So the men can't get a drop. 
 
 If they had their way, believe what I say,. 
 
 They would all start a milliner shop. 
 
 On the work they'd squeal, they'd never cook a meal, 
 
 Met a button on your sliirt would they sew. 
 
 But a darned sight worse, we 'd have the kids to nurse 
 
 Then what will the poor man do 1 
 
 No. 30. 
 
 ORGANIZE, OH OEGANESE 
 
 (Air, ''Maryland, My Maryland.") 
 
 Words by G. W. Armstrong. 
 
 1. Ye farmers of this mighty land, 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 
 Its bulwark evermore shall stand, 
 
 Organize, oh, organize, 
 For with the flag of right unfurled, 
 In spite of darts against you hurled, 
 You still must feed this hungry world. 
 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 
 2. If you will come into your own, 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 
 Its bulwark evermore to stand, 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 
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 Y««, everywhere throughout the land, 
 The tillers of this soil must stand, 
 And be a firm united band, 
 Organise, oh, organize. 
 
 3. To firmly stand against each wrong, 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 
 Or be forever overthrown, 
 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 To break the bonds of slavery 
 That bind you now from sea to sea. 
 And from oppression to be free, 
 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 
 4. Your calling was the first of earth, 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 
 And ever since has proved its worth, 
 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 Then, come, ye farmers good and true. 
 With good of all the earth in view, 
 The die is east, it's up to you. 
 
 Organize, oh, organize. 
 
 Hey, yon Farm Club rooster, 
 A question T would auk, 
 Are you a Farm Club Booster! 
 Willing to do your task; 
 Or, are you simply waiting 
 To see what ''you fellers do;" 
 And harping long and prating, 
 Because things don't suit yout 
 
 *'Rimee'* of the Times. 
 
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 No. 31. 
 
 *' RUMPUS GAP" 
 
 (Air, **Angelo.") 
 
 ,. Words by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 1.. *Way down in the Ozark land, 
 
 There is a loyal Farm Club band; 
 
 They're full of pep and vim and flight, 
 
 And you can bet they spread the light; alright, 
 
 They call them ** Rumpus Oap,** 
 
 And there is not a ** slacker" chap 
 
 In all that countiy there lor miles " around. 
 
 Now, there's *'01d Thad" and "Pisen Sam" and 
 
 '^Billy Sunday," too, 
 And "Old Jim Riley," ''Tightwad Jenkins," with his 
 
 wife so true ; 
 They're out to see that all are loyal to the Farm Club 
 
 fight,, 
 And this song they sing each night : 
 
 Chorus : . ' " 
 
 "Old Rumpus Gap has got the pep, 
 We're in the fight for truth and right; 
 If you will all join in the fight, boys, 
 We'll whip the prof -it-eers ; 
 For they must go with profits low ; 
 Come all ye wise, let's organize; 
 We're fighting, now, that our children dear, 
 May be prospered through coming years." 
 
 2. Well, there's a tale they tell, 
 A Farm Club man once tried to sell 
 
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 The farmers' stuff to profiteers 
 
 You should have heard him cry his fears, in tears, 
 
 When to a mountain high. 
 
 They led this crooked produce guy, 
 
 And let him look in-to tlie lake below. 
 
 They told him, *'Now, be good, or you can go and 
 
 jump in the lake, 
 For we want loyalty all down the. line, no * market 
 
 briber' take;" 
 He promised, and today he is the strotngest Farm 
 
 Club man 
 In that Fighting Farm Club Clan. 
 
 Chorus: . . ■■ . 
 
 Music of the above **Air" sent postpaid for 17c 
 No. 32. 
 
 WHERE'S MY SUMMER'S V/AGES GONE? 
 (Air, ''Blue Bells of Scotland.") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 1. Oh whei-e, and where has my summer's wages 
 
 gone ? 
 Oh where, and O where has my summer's labor gone? 
 It's gone to feed the gamblers who rob us everyone; 
 For they take all we make and they leave us ne'er a 
 
 bone. 
 
 2. where, and where is that good three-dollar 
 
 wheat 
 That two-dollar com that we fed to five-cent meat? 
 'Tis gone to glut the gamblers, who love to lie and 
 
 cheat. 
 For they take all we make and they have us none to 
 
 eat. 
 
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 3. Suppose, suppose that the farmers all shouM 
 
 quit, 
 Just keep all they raise, and not tell a tiny bit ; 
 We'd hear those gamblers howl, and I can see them 
 
 throw a fit, 
 But its 0, in their hearts, farmers will have none of it. 
 
 No. 38. 
 
 LEAD, M. F. A. 
 
 (Air. **Lead Kindly Light.") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 1. Lead, M. F. A., amid the encircling gloom, i 
 
 Lead thou me en ; 
 I've worked for years to buy a little home, 
 
 I cam't alone. 
 Keep thou my feet, and guide me on the way, 
 I need thy help and guidance from day to day. 
 
 2. I was not ever thus, nor asked that thou 
 
 Shouldst lead me on ; 
 I was an individualist, but now, 
 
 That idea's gone. 
 We'll organize, and win in spite of fears, 
 That we may prosper through the coming years. 
 
 3. So long thy pow'r hast helped me, surely it still 
 
 Will lead me on. 
 Through toil and tears and many battles till 
 
 The night is gone. 
 And with the mom, let farmere* faces smile, 
 The fight is won, th«n let them rest awhile. 
 
 I 
 
No. 34. 
 
 Farm Club Songs ^ 
 
 SWEET AUTUMN DAYS 
 
 (Air, ''Auld Lang Syne.") 
 Words by Ann Florettice Murphy. 
 
 1. Sweet autumn days upon the farm. 
 
 When I was but a child, 
 Days not too cold, nor yet too warm, 
 
 And life seemed cairn and mild. 
 
 Cliorus : 
 Sweet autumn days, sweet autumn days, 
 
 Tlie earth in mellow haze ; 
 Oh, how I love your quiet ways. 
 
 Sweet golden autumn day^l 
 
 2. The cattle browsing on the hills, 
 The corn shocks ki the sun, 
 
 The last wild flowers, the quiet nils. 
 How peaceful, everyone! 
 Chorus, 
 
 3. The peai-s and apples stored away. 
 The pumpkins, too, and grain, 
 
 The wood piled high against the day 
 Of cold and snow and rain- 
 Choi-us : 
 
 4. When fancy turns to bygone days, 
 Their beauty still will shine 
 
 Adown the years through dreary ways 
 And light this path of mine. 
 Chorus : 
 
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 No. 34. 
 
 TtlY BANK ACCOUNT IS GONE 
 
 (Air '^Massa's in the Cold, Oold Ground.") 
 Words by B. H. PattersoiL 
 
 1. All around the fiarm IVe wandered^ 
 From dawn till close of day, 
 
 Tliiuking of the toil IVe squandered. 
 Trying to make the old farm pay. 
 
 I 've tried to save a little money, 
 Since I ceased to roam, 
 
 And fix tlie place up for my honey. 
 But my bank account is gone. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Do\^^ in the cornfield, 
 I 've worked on and on, 
 But it seems that I have lost it, 
 For my bank account is gone. 
 
 2. Once I bought a lot of cattle, 
 Tried some cash to make. 
 
 Thought they'd help me win the battle. 
 
 If a profit I could make. 
 But the profiteer and packer 
 
 Brought the prices down, 
 Now I'm called a dirty slacker 
 
 For my bank accoiuit is gona 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 3. AYhen the autumn leaves are falling, 
 And the days gi^ow cold, 
 
 'Tis hard to hear the children calling 
 That their clothes are worn and old. 
 
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 But. it seems the farmers' dollar 
 
 Has no show in tovrn, 
 That 's just why the children holler, 
 
 And my bank account is gone. 
 Chorus : 
 
 4. Where the ivy is a-creeping, 
 
 O'er the cottage wall, 
 There my wife is sadly weeping, 
 And 1 hoar the children squall, 
 I cannot work before tomorrow. 
 
 Thinking of our wrongs. 
 I tiy to drive away my sorrow. 
 
 Singing our good Farm Club Songs. 
 Chorus : 
 No. 35. 
 
 THREE BLIND MEN (Round) 
 (Air, "Three Blind Mice.") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 (1) Three blind men, three blind men, 
 
 (2) Went to the pen, wxnt to the pen. 
 
 (3) Ottie had two pennies right o'er his eyes. 
 Another one wouldn't help organize, 
 
 (4) The other one carried a lot of lies 
 For produce men. 
 
 : : — ^P~ : : — 
 
 What I call a'* dub" is a man in our club, 
 
 Who pays in his two and a half 
 And the rest of the year helps the profiteer. 
 
 To give our good cause the laugh, 
 
 ''Rimef ' of the Times. 
 
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 No. 37. 
 
 NOW WE'RE IN THE BATTLE 
 
 (Air, *'Just Before the Battle, Mother/') 
 Words by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 3. Now we're in the battle, brother, 
 
 Fighting for the fanners' right, 
 
 We must have your help, my brother. 
 
 If wc ever win the fight 
 Don't yon hear the children calling? 
 Help them through the coming years; 
 Save them from a lot appalling 
 
 If we bow to profiteers. 
 
 Cliorus : 
 Oh, my brother, now we need you, 
 Help us win the fight today. 
 For profiteers will rob and bleed you, 
 If we let them have their way. 
 
 2. See the women now are helping, 
 Sprea d the message o *er the land. 
 Soon the gamblers will be yelping, 
 
 When the women take a hand. 
 Do not stand aside and comment, 
 Shed your coat, get in the fray, 
 We farmers must all work together, 
 
 If we ever win the day. 
 Chorus. 
 
 8. Hark ! I hear the Fann Clubs singing, 
 'Tis the signal for the fight, 
 *'Farm Club Songs" are loudly ringing, 
 ** Loyal Stand" for Truth and Right. 
 
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 Hear the ** Battle Cry of Vict'iy," 
 ** Fighting for the Farmers' Rights/* 
 You 11 find **It's hard to beat the farmer,'' 
 When he sheds his coat aind fights. 
 Chorus. 
 
 No. 38. 
 
 A LITTLE MAN 
 
 (For Little Boys. Air, ''America.") 
 Words by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 1. I'm just a little man, 
 I '11 do the best I can 
 
 To sing a song. 
 I love my mama, dear, 
 And when my daddy's near, 
 No Boo-gie man I fear, 
 
 I know it's wrong. 
 
 2. Some day when I get big, 
 I'll get a great big rig 
 
 Just; like my pa 's ; 
 I '11 have big horses gray, 
 And fix them up so gay, 
 I'll drive them every day, 
 
 Up to gran 'ma's. 
 
 3. One night I went with dad, 
 And a nice time I had 
 
 At the Farm Club; 
 They had a lot of pies. 
 Ice cream atid cake so nice, 
 A great big chunk of ice, 
 
 There in a tub. 
 
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 No. S9. 
 
 THERE'S MUSIC Df OUR CLUB 
 
 (Air, '^There's MiLsic In The Air") 
 
 Woi-ds by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 1. Tkere's music in our Club, 
 
 Whoii the **Parm Club Songs" we sing, 
 Our progi*am has some pep, 
 Kappiaicss to all we bring. 
 Many happy voices sound 
 With a thrill of joy profound, 
 While th^y list, enchanted throng. 
 To a jolly Farm Club Song. 
 
 2. There *s music in our Club, 
 After the day's toil is o'er, 
 And we all meet again 
 
 To hear the children sing some mora 
 Fanners vAXh. their families dear, 
 Gather in from far and near, 
 Well-filled baskets they all brings 
 When we meet to have a sing. 
 
 3. There's music in our Club, 
 When the twilight's gelitle sigh 
 Is lost on evening's breast, 
 
 As tlie pensive beauties die. 
 Then, oh, then, with the loved ones near. 
 We meet with our Club to hear 
 Farmers ' voices blend in song, 
 We'i^ a jolly happy throng. 
 
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 Ko.40 
 
 WK WANT DOTJOH 
 
 (Air, *' Old Black Joe.") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 1. Gone are the days when I made the old farm pay, 
 Gone is my toil in the fields from day to day. 
 
 The more croi>s I grow, the more in debt 1 go, 
 
 The profiteers are loudly calling, "We want dough" 
 
 Chona. 
 I'm weary, I'm weary, 
 And my bank account is low, 
 I hear those gamblers loudly calling 
 ''We want dough." 
 
 2. Why do I toil in the fields from sun to sun ? 
 Why should I strive to get a little mon ? 
 
 The profiteers can rob us whe(n they choose, 
 And you can tell the world that I have got the blues. 
 Chorus 
 
 3. Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? 
 The children, dear, that I held upon my knee ? 
 They left the farm, to the city they must go, 
 
 They caught the universal ailing, **Get more dough." 
 Chorus 
 
 4. Lets organize, ye farmers of our land, 
 Stand side by side, a loyal fighting band. 
 If we will try, we'll van the fight I know, 
 
 And then the profiteers can watch us get the dough. 
 Chorus 
 
GO Farm Club Songa 
 
 No. 41. 
 
 RISE UP, YE FARMERSI 
 
 (Air. * ' Stand Up For Jesus. ' *) 
 As Sung by ** Rumpus Oap."" 
 
 1. Rise up, rise up, ye farmers, 
 And tillers of tbe land; 
 
 Come join our loyal Farm Clu b, 
 Become one of our band. 
 
 From victory unto idctory 
 The farmers we shall lead, 
 
 Till every hayseed farmer's 
 A member true, indeed. 
 
 2. Rise up, rise up, ye farmers. 
 Why do you thus delay? 
 
 Come help us in the battle 
 We 're waging day by day. 
 
 Our struggle is a just one, 
 It 's surely for the right ; 
 
 Come leave the paths of darkness 
 And wield with us the light. 
 
 3. Rise up, rise up ye farmers, 
 Before it is too late ; 
 
 Look! See the king, Oppression, 
 Who standeth at our gate. 
 
 Unite, go out to meet him 
 
 And drive him from our land ; 
 
 To fight alone moans perish, 
 United, we shall stand. 
 
 4. Rise up. rise up, ye farmers, 
 And duty's call obey, 
 
Ho. 42. 
 
 Farm Oiub Songs ^1 
 
 Put on the Farm Club armor 
 
 And enter In the fray. 
 Work faithfully, ye members, 
 
 Give a fjquare deal to all, 
 This is our Farm Club motto. 
 
 Come heed the trumpet's call 
 
 STICK BOYS! LOYAL STAND! 
 
 (Air, ** Dip, Boys, Dip.") 
 
 Words, by B. H. Patterson. 
 
 1. The moo^i is out tonight, boys, 
 Let's go and join our clan;. ^. . 
 We ^know we're in the right, boys, 
 With our good Farm Club plan. 
 
 Chorus: 
 Stick, Boys, loyal standi 
 To our faithful and fightmg baind; 
 Viet'ry ours shall be, 
 From the mountains to the Sica. 
 
 2. Let every loyal man, boys, 
 
 His neighbor go and see; 
 Bring him into the Clan, boys, 
 
 If wirtners w,e would be. 
 
 Chorus. . ,-.:.'. 
 
 3. We have the world te figbt, boys^ 
 
 All greed is organized; 
 If we'll all stand for right, boys, • 
 
 I kiiow they'll be surprised.' • • ■ 
 Chorus. 
 
€fi FMim Club Sosgs 
 
 No. 48. 
 
 TOILDra THBOUOH THK WHBAT VIKLDt 
 
 (Air, "Battle Hymn of the Republic.*') 
 
 Words by Urn, J. M. WilUftm*. 
 
 1. In this ^and and glorious country 
 There *d be room for every one 
 
 If the f^ambling thieves were shaekeled 
 
 In the way it should be done. 
 If the men in trust would do the right, 
 
 And not their duty shun — 
 As vre go marching on. 
 
 ChoriLS : 
 Gambler, gambler in the wheat pit, 
 Boosting grain ere people eat it. 
 Robbing farmers as you see fit — 
 While we keep toiling on. 
 
 2. The nation wanted mu«h to eat; 
 To raise it we took pride : 
 
 But a dollar-quarter for our wheat 
 
 And ten cent* for a hide 
 Has made us rather weary. 
 And our patienee sorely tried — 
 As we keep toiling on. 
 CSiorus : 
 
 3. The eattle in out* pasture, 
 
 A* they grow they shrink ia price, 
 A beefstake at a boarding house 
 
 Becomes a smaller slice, 
 We see our profit* dwindle 
 
farm Club Song^ 
 
 Like a eeke of summer ic^ — 
 But taxes still go on. 
 Chorus: 
 
 4. It costs us seven dollars 
 Every day to pay a hand, 
 
 And fifteen cents for threshing 
 
 Took the profit from the land, 
 Just how we 're going to make ends meet 
 'Tis hard to understand- 
 But we'll try, try again. 
 Chorus: 
 
 5. There is room for much improvement ; 
 Itany men are so unjust, 
 
 They forget the silver dollar 
 
 Alway reads : * ' In God we trust, ' ' 
 If the men don't soom improve things, 
 We will know the women must — 
 Th'en we'll be marching on. 
 Oiorus : 
 
 6. Now we don't Intend to grximble 
 For we 're not that kind of stuff, 
 
 But the way the railroads hold us up 
 
 We tliink la pretty tougk, 
 For we'd like a little profit 
 When the others get enough — 
 So we can still toil oa. 
 CfeoruB : 
 
 Better homes, better Behooh, better boys, better girls, 
 W. P. F. O. ! M, F. A. ! Faroiers I 
 
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 ITo. 44. 
 
 MISSOUKI SMILES 
 
 (Air, * * Missouri Waltz) 
 
 Woi^s by Mrs. Edith M. Foraker. 
 
 Do-vvn in old Missouri, don't you hear that steady 
 
 noise? 
 'Tis the voices of the farmers, their '^'ives, girls and 
 
 boys. 
 Their voices are swelling, to the world they are telling 
 Vfe must have a fair deal, if you want a square meal. 
 Down in old Missouri, you can ride for miles and 
 
 miles, 
 You'll find Mother Nature dressed in very latest 
 
 styles. 
 You'll find springs and rills and deep wooded hills, 
 In the land of a million smiles. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 Hum Hum Seems I hear those farmer's 
 
 v/ives prophesying. 
 Hum Hum- — We'll ; lead the world by 
 
 and by. ■; ■ ; : ? . 
 
 Parmer's elubs are growing, as. no clubs have 
 
 grown before. . 
 
 Come and be a member as we always need one more, 
 We'll make farm life brighter', our work will seem 
 
 lighter, • - 
 
 If you wear a smile just once in a while. 
 Down iu* County everybody's organized. 
 
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 If you kiieu' tJio work we're doing, you would be 
 
 surprised ; 
 A\'^e've all fuH of pep-caeh one kreping step, 
 Our ricrkts nirst be recognized. 
 Chorus : 
 * (Name of any place may be used.) 
 Ma Ic of the above ''An-" sent postpaid for 27c. 
 
 No 45 
 lA'SA HAR^ THIKG TO BEAT THE FARME2 
 
 (Air, ''Tippi-rary.") 
 Words by Mrs. Hattie IGrchner 
 
 1 We'r a band of farmers 
 
 From the * ^ — Farm Club Band, 
 
 We're helping take the message 
 
 To each farmer in the land. 
 For if vre give this cause up, boys, 
 
 I'll tell you we are beat. 
 Come, let's all make these profiteei-s 
 
 Go back and take a seat. 
 
 Chorus : 
 It's a hard thing to beat the farmer, 
 
 It's a hard thing to do. 
 You'll go a long w^ay to beat the farmer, 
 It's a job you can't get through. 
 Then, come, all my fellow boosters, 
 
 I'm telling it to you 
 You'll go a long, long way to beat us farmers, 
 
 Surely v/e are for you. 
 
 2. Now you farmers all should c^me 
 And join this loyal bamd. 
 
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 It*s the g^reatest Farmers' Band 
 
 In all fills mighty land. 
 Come, don't yon be a slacker, now. 
 
 For there is work to do. 
 Stand loyal with the M. F., A. 
 To your exchange be true. 
 ChoiTis : 
 (* Insert name of any Farm Club.) 
 Music of the above **Air" sent postpaid for 27e. 
 No. 46. 
 
 ON TO VICTORY 
 (Air, the same.) 
 
 Words by Mrs. Chas. Gideoln. 
 
 1. There are foes that must be conquer *d 
 There are battles we must win ; 
 
 There are trusts that must be broken, 
 That are run by men of sin ; 
 Let us enter in the struggle, 
 Ever march upon our way, 
 We must take control ourselves and 
 win the day. 
 
 Chorus : 
 On to victory ! On to victory ! On to Victory ! 
 
 Is the Farm Club cry! 
 On to victoi^ ! On to victory ! On to Victory ! 
 
 We'll conquer by and by 
 
 2. There arc hosts of men among us, 
 That our goal they do not see ; 
 There are many still in bondage. 
 
Farm Club Songs 67 
 
 They are slaves that must be free; 
 Let us all be up and doing, 
 Ever found within the nay, 
 We must all join hands just now aaid 
 win the day. 
 
 S.There are many farmers failing, 
 They are failing everywhere ; 
 They would uot join oar Farm Club now 
 They are lost and need our care, 
 Fall in line and stick together, 
 That 's the way we '11 make it pay. 
 Then the Farm Clubs will control and 
 win the day. 
 Chorus : 
 
 No. 47. 
 
 FARM CLUB BELLS 
 
 (Air, ''Hear the Bells.") 
 Words by Mrs. Hattie Kirchtoer. 
 
 1. The Farm Club bells are pealing, 
 And the strain is full of glee. 
 They will ring it o'er the nation, 
 We are striving to be free. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Farm Club bells, how they blend. 
 How their welcome voices glide. 
 Farm Club bells, joyous bells, 
 How they echo far and ^vide. 
 
 2. The Farm Club bells are ringing 
 In a happy prophecy. 
 
No. 48. 
 
 Farm Gl'ab Eo::^b 
 
 Tliat the fanner sliall hereafter 
 
 Some of tii'^ profits see. 
 Choii2s : 
 
 3. The Farm Club bells are calling. 
 And it's this they seem to say: 
 Ev'ry Club member be loyal, 
 Tlien we're sure to win the day. 
 
 Chorus r 
 
 4. Oil, Farm Club bells, how v/elcome 
 Are the tidk'ngs that you bear, 
 The profiteer we '11 bnnish 
 From gettinj;^ all our share. 
 
 Choi-us : 
 
 GST TOGETHER 
 
 (Air, ''Catch the Sunshine.") 
 
 Words by B H. Pcittei'son 
 
 1. Get together, all ye farmers, 
 There is lots of work to do ; 
 Spread the message o'er the nation. 
 We must see the farmer through. 
 Go out quickly in the byways, 
 
 Get each farmer far and near, 
 We must organize or perish, 
 Shcut it loud yo all can hear! 
 
 2. Get together, do not let them 
 Fool you with their poison bait; 
 L. t each farmer in the nation 
 Oiganize before too late. 
 
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 Don't give up and say, ** Forsaken,** 
 Don 't begin to say, * * I *m sad ; ' * 
 See your neighbors 'round you fighting, 
 Help them out and make them glad. 
 
 3. G«t together, all ye farmers, 
 
 We must strive if we would win ; 
 
 We can build our way to market 
 
 If we'll stick through thick and thin. 
 
 Join your neighbor, work together. 
 
 Overcome your gclf ish fears, . . . 
 
 And we'll get a little profit 
 
 For our toil through coming yeans. .• 
 
 No, 49. 
 
 BOYS, WE'RE WINNING. (Round) 
 
 (Air, ''Scotland's Burning.") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patteraon. 
 
 (1) Boys, we're winning; boys, we're winning; 
 
 (2) Stand fast! standfast! 
 
 (3) Fight! fight! fight, fight! 
 
 (4) Smash the gamblers! smash the gamblers! 
 
 The great American farmer 
 Is a cheerful geezer, by heck; 
 When he sells a bushel of stuff. 
 He gets paid for only a peck. 
 The ultimate consumer 
 Is another chump, they say ; 
 When he buys a peck of stuff, 
 For a bushel he has to pay. 
 
 ''Rimes" of the Times. 
 
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 No. 50. 
 
 THE BROKEN PANE 
 
 ( Air,the same. ) 
 
 Arr. by D. B. Seoles. 
 
 1. 'Twas a bitter night of a eold D<«einber, 
 The eve of a Chmtmaa mom , 
 
 The time when old and young remember, 
 
 The Christ in the manger bom. 
 
 ^''^liile the world rejoiced, there were hearts that 
 
 suffered 
 In a hut so poor and plain ; 
 
 When the snow on the wings of the wind was carried, 
 Through the cracks in the broken pane. 
 
 Chonjs: 
 With no eye to see and no heart to pity, 
 Where cold and hunger reign, 
 And the howling winds that knew no mercy, 
 Drove the snow through the broken pane. 
 
 2. On the cold, bare floor of that cheerless dwelling. 
 By cold and hunger kept, 
 
 A wife and child were waiting, listening 
 For a drunkard's tot 'ring step. 
 'Tis a drunkard's home, 'twas once all happy- • 
 'Tis sin that brings us pain, 
 When Santa comes, how he mocks at sorrow, 
 Like the wind through the broken pane*. 
 Chorus : 
 
 3. 'Tis ju.-it ten years since before the alter, 
 They vo\\^4 from the sacred verte, 
 
Farm Club Songs 71 
 
 In their pledge, to love, to honor, cherish, 
 For the better or for the wot* e. 
 
 The wors^e ha.s come, and has brought its demons 
 Who bound their clanking chain, 
 *Round that happy home and soon there followed 
 The snow through the broken pane. 
 Chorus: 
 
 4. "Don't cry, dear mama," came a whisper, 
 **You make me feel so lone, 
 
 Why don't you sing, as once you used to, 
 The song of "Home, Sweet Home?" 
 Draw me closer 'pon your bosom, Mama, 
 'Cause I know j-'ou 're not to blame ; 
 I'm warmer, now, it mu?t be Jesus 
 Warms the wind through the broken pane." 
 Chorus : 
 
 5. When the sun arose on that Christmas morning. 
 To shine on the earth below, 
 
 A drunken father lay half buried. 
 And froze in the drifted snow. 
 To th« cold, bare room of that wretched cottage, 
 That night God's angel came; 
 And the sun shone in o4i two cold white faces, 
 Through the cracks in the broken pane. 
 (Sheet music of above song sent postpaid for 17c) 
 
 o— fif— 
 
 Now I have a young friend who will stay till the end, 
 No matter how hard the day's work, 
 For he is one lad who loves his old dad, 
 And no task will this young man shirk. 
 
 "Rimes" ©f the Time«. 
 
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 No. 61. 
 
 THE DREAM OF THE JUDOBIENT 
 
 (Air, the same) 
 
 Wor^s Anonymous. 
 
 1. I dreamed that the great Judgment morning 
 Had dawned and the trumpet had blown, 
 
 I d Learned that the nations had gathered 
 
 In judgment before the white throne. 
 
 From the throne cam'e a bright shining atngel 
 
 And stood nthe land and the sea, 
 
 A lid swore with his hand raised to Heaven 
 
 That time was no longer to be. 
 
 Chorus: 
 And oh I what a weeping and wailing, 
 When the lost ones were told of their fate, 
 They cried for the roclcs atnd the mountains. 
 They prayed, but their prayers were too late. 
 
 2. The rich man was there but his riches 
 Had melted and vanished away, 
 
 A pauper he stood in the judgment. 
 His debts were too heavy to pay. 
 The great man was there but his greatness, 
 When death eame, was left far behind; 
 The angel who carried the record, 
 No trace of his greatness could find. 
 Chorus : 
 
 3. The widow was there and the orphan, 
 G od heard and remembered their cries ; 
 
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 No sorrow in heaven forever, 
 God wiped all the tears from their eyes. 
 The gambler was there, ai)d the driiikard, 
 And the men who had sold him the drink ; 
 With the people who granted the license, 
 Together in hell they did sink. 
 Chorus: 
 
 4. The moral man stood in the judgment, 
 But his self-righteous rags would not do; 
 The men who had crucified Jesus> 
 Had passed off as moral men, too. 
 And the souls who had put off salvation, 
 *'Not tonight, I'll get saved, bye and bye, 
 No time ^ow to think of religion,'* 
 At last they had found time to die. 
 Chorus : 
 (Sheet music of above song sent postpaid for 17c) 
 
 ::_V— :: 
 
 Why should I rj^me most all the time unless 
 semething I say? For I would balk at making talk, 
 without a cent of pay, did I not think that printer's 
 ink when mixed A\dth proper brains, could help the 
 fight for truth and right, until no one remains with- 
 out the fold. W^hen winds blow cold, and sum- 
 mer's toil is o'er, I'll take my Ford and spread the 
 word to several hundred more about the great work 
 in our state, the grand old M. F. A., how it plays 
 **hobb" with thoKC who rob the farmer of his pa; 
 
 ''liimrs" of the Times. 
 
74 Fann Club BoJkgi 
 
 INBBX 
 
 The following are Farm Club Son^ written to 
 tunes, or *'Airs," in **Old Favorite Songs:'* 
 
 No. Title Air. 
 
 38. A Little Man, America 
 23. Away With Gambling, Dixie. 
 
 2. Battle Cry of Viet'ry Battle Cry of Freedom. 
 49. Boys. We 're Winning (Rnd.) Scotland's Burning. 
 
 7. Farewell, Gamblers, Good Night Ladies. 
 
 5. Farmers, Awake I Flag of the Free. 
 
 6 Farmers' Wives. My Maryland. 
 
 26. Fighting for a Square Deal, Marching Thru Ga. 
 19. Fighting For the Farmers' etc. Tenting Tonight. 
 
 16. Get Away, Profiteei's. Dixie. 
 
 48. Get Togetlier, Catch the Sunshine. 
 
 52. Go Forth, Thou Little Book, Robin Adair 
 
 3. Hail, Ye Farmers 1 Hail Columbia. 
 
 33, Lead, M. F. A. Lead, ICindly Light. 
 
 4. lioyal Farmers, My Maryland. 
 42. Loyal Stand I Stick Boys Dip, Boys Dip, 
 
 35. My Bank Account Is Gone, Massa's in the Cold, 
 
 Cold Ground. 
 
 37. Now We 're In the Battle, Just Before the Battle. 
 
 30. Organize, Oh. Organize. My Marj'land 
 
 14. Kally to the Farm Club,' Rally 'Round the Flag. 
 
 34. Sweet Autumn Days, Auld Lang Syne. 
 
 42. Stick, Boys ! Loyal Stand ! Dip Boys, Dip. 
 
 36. Three Blind Men, (Round) Three Blind Mice. 
 
 39. There's Music In Our Club, Thtre's Musie In 
 
 The Air. 
 
 43. Toiling Through the Wheat Fields Battle Hymn. 
 
Farm Olub Sdh^s 75 
 
 15. Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, Same. 
 
 32. Where's My Summer's Wages Gone! Blue Bells 
 
 of Scotland. 
 
 1. We'll All Work Together, Marching Thru Ga. 
 
 40 We Want Dough. Old Black Joe 
 
 The following songs are written to popular sheet 
 music, or hymns, not found in ''Old Favorite Songs." 
 
 50. The Broken Pane. Same 
 
 51. Dream of the .Jndj^rnent. Same. 
 
 8. Dry Your Tears Convict's Dream 
 18. Farmers Club. The Send the Light. 
 47. Farm Club Bells Hear the Bells. 
 22. Hand Writing on the Wall, Same. 
 
 20. I'll Stick, Same. 
 
 21. I'll Tell You Penny Fellows etc. Cas^*y Jones 
 
 45. It's Hard To Beat the Farmer, Tippcrary. 
 13. Just a-Draggin' Along. Same 
 
 11. Let It Alone Same. 
 
 28. Loyalty to the Farm Club, Loyalty to the Master. 
 44. Missouri Smiles. Missouri Waltz. 
 17. On the Farm in Old Missouri. My Old Mo. Home. 
 
 46. On To Victory. Same. 
 
 24. Patch on Farmer's Pants. Workingmans Pants. 
 41. Rise Up, Y(^ Farmei*s, Stand Up For Jesus. 
 31. Rumpus Gap Angclo. 
 
 12. That Farm Club Campmeeting, Ga. Campmeeting. 
 10. That Penny Grabbing Habit Working Habit. 
 27 These Are the Ones We Want Smiles. 
 
 25. Welcome Welcome? Springtime. 
 
 9. We're Winning, It's Morning. 
 
 29. When the Women Begin to V«tt». Same. 
 
7^ F&nn GIhU SoBfs 
 
 No. 62. 
 
 GO FORTH, THOU LrTTLE BOOK 
 
 (Air, ''Robin Adair.") 
 
 Words by B. H. Patterson 
 
 1. Go forth, thou little book, thy treasures share 
 ¥. Ith the kind friends who look at thee with care. 
 
 Help bring them joy and mirth, 
 Make their lives brighter here on earth ; 
 Thou mayst cheer mighty throngs 
 With thy good sonjf3. 
 
 2. King friends, this is the last message to you, 
 Don't sing the songs too fast, look the book through. 
 
 Let everybody sing, 
 Help make the welkin ring; 
 Tell the world of our v, rongs, 
 With "Farm Club Songs." 
 : : ^ : : 
 
 K F. A. ! M. F. A. ! Here to stay I ! Farm Clubs. 
 
 Farmer's Wives, Farmer's Wives, All our Lives Loyal 
 : : ^ : : 
 
 My Friend, Farewell; here let me tell 
 You how to make the farm pay: 
 
 Be Loyal, man to our good Clan, 
 And BOOST for the 
 
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