Dollar Alarm Clock (John Healy) How dear to my heart are those chimes in the morning That yank me from bed with melodious thrill; How sweet is the sound of the regular warning That yells that it's time that I hike to the mill. Without it I'd sleep till the sun had arisen, Be late to the job that my boss lets me use; Get canned, perhaps steal, maybe land in a prison, If the chimes didn't hustle me out of my snooze. Chorus: The faithful alarm clock; The rattling alarm clock; The dollar alarm clock That rests on my shelf. What a blessing it was when the thing was invented: It beats the slave -driver who came with his stick; It rests on the shelf in the shack that I rented; It never gets hungry, it never gets sick. If overly weary I take a tin bucket And place the alarm clock down into the thing; When it chimes in the morning it doubles the racket; It would wake up the dead when the two of them ring. Sometimes the good woman gets worn and weary And says we are hauling too much of a load; I tell her the journey would look still more dreary If the dollar alarm clock should fail to explode. Then here's to my booster that only needs winding; And here's to the victim that just keeps alive, The boss gets the money and I do the grinding The clock starts the circus at quarter past five. tune: Old Oaken Bucket From IWW Songbook, 1918 RG
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