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Mr. Block

Joe Hill
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Traduzione svedese / Swedish translation / Svensk översättning: Ture Nerman
MR. BLOCK

Please give me your attention, I'll introduce to you
A man that is a credit to "Our Red White and Blue,"
His head is made of lumber, and solid as a rock;
He is a common worker and his name is Mr. Block.
And Block he thinks he may
Be President some day.

Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake,
You take the cake, you make me ache.
Tie a rock on your block and then jump in the lake,
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake.

Yes, Mr. Block is lucky; he found a job, by gee!
The sharks got seven dollars, for job and fare and fee.
They shipped him to a desert and dumped him with his truck,
But when he tried to find his job, he sure was out of luck,
He shouted, "That's too raw,
I'll fix them with the law."

Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake,
You take the cake, you make me ache.
Tie a rock on your block and then jump in the lake,
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake.

Block hiked back to the city, but wasn't doing well.
He said "I'll join the union -- the great A. F. of L."
He got a job next morning, got fired in the night,
He said, "I'll see Sam Gompers and he'll fix that foreman right."
Sam Gompers said, "You see,
You've got our sympathy." [1]

Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake,
You take the cake, you make me ache.
Tie a rock on your block and then jump in the lake,
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake.

Election day he shouted, "A Socialist for Mayor!"
The "comrade" got elected, he happy was for fair,
But after the election he got an awful shock,
A great big socialistic Bull did rap him on the block.
And Comrade Block did sob,
"I helped him to his job."

Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake,
You take the cake, you make me ache.
Tie a rock on your block and then jump in the lake,
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake.

The money kings in Cuba blew up the gunboat Maine,
But Block got awful angry and blamed it all on Spain.
He went right in the battle and there he lost his leg.
And now he's peddling shoestrings and is walking on a peg.
He shouts, "Remember Maine,
Hurrah! To hell with Spain!" [2]

Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake,
You take the cake, you make me ache.
Tie a rock on your block and then jump in the lake,
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake.

Poor Block he died one evening, I'm very glad to state,
He climbed the golden ladder up to the pearly gate.
He said, "Oh Mister Peter, one word I'd like to tell,
I'd like to meet the Astorbilts and John D Rockefell."
Old Pete said, "Is that so?
You'll meet them down below." [3]

Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake,
You take the cake, you make me ache.
Tie a rock on your block and then jump in the lake,
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake.
MR. BLOCK

Ture Nerman.
Ture Nerman.
Go vänner, jag har nöjet att föreställa er
en man som är en heder för vårat stjärnbaner.
Hans klump är äkta virke: hård prima timmerstock,
han är en vanlig jobbare och namnet Mr. Block.
Och Block han tänker: »Jag blir president en dag!«

Åh, Mr. Block, vilken klumpkrusidull
gav en sån ull, födde sånt gull?
Bind en sten om din hals och så högaktningsfull
hopp i sjön sen för frihetens skull!

Ja, Mr. Block är lycklig, han sökte jobb, fick ett,
fast hajen tog 7 dollar för jobb och för biljett.
De körde till en öken och dumpa' honom där,
men jobbet - det fanns inte, så det var fin affär.
Han skrek: »Men det var rått. Jag stämmer som ett skott!«

Åh, Mr. Block, vilken klumpkrusidull
gav en sån ull, födde sånt gull?
Bind en sten om din hals och så högaktningsfull
hopp i sjön sen för frihetens skull!

Block luffade tillbaka till stan och sa:
»Well, well, jag ska organisera mig i vår A.F. och L.«
Han fick ett jobb en morron, på kvällen var det slut.
Han sa: »Jag går till Gompers, han ska ge den basen stut!«
Sam Gompers sa: »Ja, ni - ni har vår sympati!«

Åh, Mr. Block, vilken klumpkrusidull
gav en sån ull, födde sånt gull?
Bind en sten om din hals och så högaktningsfull
hopp i sjön sen för frihetens skull!.

Så blev där val i staden, borgmästarvalet sist,
och Block skrek hela dagen: »Välj en socialist!«
Kamraten fick mandatet, Block var i paradis
men fick på segerfesten stryk utav en röd polis.
Han suckade: »Mitt nit ju hjälpte honom dit!«

Åh, Mr. Block, vilken klumpkrusidull
gav en sån ull, födde sånt gull?
Bind en sten om din hals och så högaktningsfull
hopp i sjön sen för frihetens skull!

Block dog en lördag afton, och skönt att det var gjort.
Han klev för Gyllne Trappan allt opp till himlens port.
Han sa: »Ack, Sankte Peter, jag har en bön i kväll:
Kan jag få träffa Astorbilts och John D. Rockefell?«
Sankt Per sa: »Lugna er. Dem ser ni längre ner.«

Åh, Mr. Block, vilken klumpkrusidull
gav en sån ull, födde sånt gull?
Bind en sten om din hals och så högaktningsfull
hopp i sjön sen för frihetens skull!


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