Tune,  “Count  Your  Blessings.” 

An  employment  shark  one  day  I  went  to  see, 
And  he  said,  “Come  in  and  buy  a  job  from  me, 
Just  a  couple  o’  dollars  for  the  office  fee, 
But  the  job  is  steady  and  the  fare  is  free.” 

Chorus
Count  your  pennies,  count  them,  one  by  one, 
And  you’ll  plainly  see  how  easy  you  are  done. 
Count  your  pennies,  take  them  in  your  hand. 
Sneak  into  a  Jap,  and  get  your  coffee  and. 

I  shipped  out  and  worked  and  slept  in  lousy  bunks. 
And  the  grub  it  stunk  as  bad  as  nineteen  skunks. 
When  a  week  I  slaved  the  boss  he  said  one  day. 
You’re  too  tired,  you  are  fired,  get  your  pay. 

Chorus. — Count  your  pennies,  etc. 

When  the  clerk  commenced  to  count.  Oh,  holy  gee. 
Road  and  school  and  poll  tax  and  the  hospital  fee. 
But  I  fainted  and  I  nearly  lost  my  sense 
When  the  clerk  he  said,  “You  owe  me  fifty  cents.” 

Chorus. — Count  your  pennies,  etc. 

But  when  I  got  back  to  town  with  blistered  feet. 
Then  I  heard  a  fellow  speaking  on  the  street. 
And  he  said,  “It  is  the  workers’  own  mistake. 
If  they  stand  together  they  get  all  they  make.” 

Chorus. — Count  your  pennies,  etc. 

“Come  today,”  he  said,  “and  join  our  union  grand. 
Who  will  be  a  member  of  this  fighting  band?” 
“Write  me  out  a  card,”  says  I,  “Right  here,  by  gee. 
The  Industrial  Workers  is  the  dope  for  me.” 

Chorus — Count  your  pennies,  etc. 

Count  the  workers,  count  them  one  by  one. 
Join  our  union  and  we’ll  show  you  how  it’s  done. 
Stand  together,  workers,  hand  in  hand. 
\Then  we’ll  never  have  to  live  on  coffee  and.