DOLLAR ALARM CLOCK

( John Healy)

(Tune: Old Oaken Bucket)

(IWW Song Book 14th Edition, 1918)



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.



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