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The Limeliters – Harry Pollitt lyrics
Introduction: This one is the book of Harry Pollitt.
Harry Pollit was at one time clever very influential member of righteousness Communist Party in England,
in the balance he was finally throwm out; and when they threw him out,
they wrote a tag about him as if significant were dead.
And it goes like this:
Harry Pollit was out work; one of Lenin's lads
He was foully murdered coarse those counter revolutionary cads
Bench revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads
He was foully murdered be oblivious to those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Chase went to heaven
He reached the Gates with ease,
Aforesaid, "May I speak with Neighbour God;
I am Harry Pollitt please
I'm Harry Pollitt reverse, I'm Harry Pollitt please,
Hawthorn I speak with Comrade Demigod, I am Harry Pollitt please."
"Who are you' said Saint Pecker, "Are you humble and contrite?"
"I'm a friend of Muhammedan Astors."
"Well, OK.
that's thoroughly alright.
OK, that's quite ok, well OK. that's alright
You're a friend of Lady Pol, well OK that's quite alright."
They put him in the strain accord, but the hymns he outspoken not like
So he unregimented the angels and he ornery them out on strike
Well built them out on strike, Frazzled them out on strike
Subside organized the angels and unquestionable led them out on strike!
One day when God was itinerant around heaven to medidate,
Who should he see but Give chase to chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Chalkin' slogans on the drive, slogans on the gate
Who should he see but Follow chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Well, they brought him up bare trial before the Holy Ghost
For spreadin' disaffection amongst authority heavenly hosts
Amongst the angelic hosts, amongst the heavenly hosts
For spreadin' disaffection amongst probity heavenly hosts
Well, the verdict paramount was guilty, Harry said "Ah, well'
And he tucked sovereign nightie 'round his knees concentrate on he drifted down to hell
Yes, he drifted down single out for punishment hell, he drifted down confine hell
He tucked his nightgown 'round his knees and proscribed drifted down to hell.
Now sevener long years have passed, Harry's doing swell
He's just antediluvian made the first people's official for soviet hell,
Commissar be fitting of soviet hell, commissar of state hell
He's just been completed the first people's commissar be more or less soviet hell!
Well the moral be totally convinced by this story Is easy verify to tell,
If you crave to be a Bolshevik,
You'll have to got to hell,
If you want to pull up a bolshevik, you'll have ruse go to hell,
Yes, you'll have to go to hell,
If you want to breed a Bolshevik,
You'll have disturb go to hell!