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"Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, November 17, 1920"

"SOIE?"
_Shopman_ (_formerly of the B.E.F., resourcefully_). "WELL, SCARCELY,
MADAM; SHALL WE SAY 'SOI-DISANT'?"]
* * * * *
CONTEMPORARY FOLK-SONGS.
"THE GRAVE OF THE BOORZH-WAW-ZE."
[The following folk-song is believed to be a local (and adult)
version of the ballad which, according to _The Times_, is now
being sung by Communist children in the Glasgow Proletarian
Schools, with the refrain:--
"Class-conscious we are singing,
Class-conscious all are we,
For Labour now is digging
The grave of the Boorzh-waw-ze."
The metre is a bit jumpy, and so are the ideas, but you know what
folk-songs are.]
Look, we are digging a large round hole,
_With a Hey and a Ho and a Hee-haw-hee!_
To put the abominable tyrant in--
The Minister, the Master, the Mandarin;
And never a bloom above shall blow
But scarlet-runners in a row to show
_That this is the grave of the Boorzh-waw-ze,
With a Hi-ti-tiddle-i! ... Honk, honk!_
Who do we put in the large round hole,
_With a Hey and a Ho and a Hee-haw-hee?_
The blackcoat, the parasite, the keeper of the laws,
Who works with his head instead of with his paws;
The doctor, the parson, the pressman, the mayor,
The poet and the barrister, they'll all be there,
_Snug in the grave of the Boorzh-waw-ze,
With a Hi-ti-tiddle-i! .


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