The Lumberjack's Prayer - by T-Bone Slim
I pray dear Lord for Jesus' sake
Give us this day a T Bone steak
Hallowed be thy holy name
But dont forget to send the same
Oh hear my humble cry, oh Lord
And send me down some decent board
Brown gravy and some German fried
With sliced tomatoes on the side
Observe me on my bended legs
Im asking you for ham and eggs
And if thou havest custard pies
I like, dear Lord, the largest size
Dear Lord we know your holy wish
On Friday we must have a fish
Our flesh is weak and spirit stale
You better make that fish a whale
Oh hear me Lord, remove these dogs
These sausages of powdered logs
Your bull beef hash and bearded snouts
Take them to Hell or thereabouts
With alum bread and pressed beef butts
Dear Lord, you damn near ruined my guts
Your white wash milk and oleomarine
I wish to Christ Id never seen
Oh hear me Lord, I'm praying still
But if you won't, our union will
Put pork chops on the bill of fare
And starve no workers anywhere.
I am happy to say this prayer has been answeredby the old Man himself. He tells me he has furnished plenty for alland that if Im not getting mineit's because I am not organized sufficiently strong to force the boss to loosen up. He tells me he has no knowledge on dogs, pressed beef, butts, etc., and that they probably are products of the Devil. He further informs me the capitalists are children of his and that he absolutely refuses to take part in his childrens squabbles. He believes in letting us fight it out along the lines of industrial unionism.
