Put It On The Ground

O, if you want a raise in pay, all you have to do

Go and ask the boss for it and he will give it to you

Yes, he will give it to you, my friend; he will give it to you

A raise in pay without delay, yes he will give it to you.

Oh, Put it on the ground, spread it all around,

Dig it with a hoe; it will make your garden grow.

For the men who own the factories, I’m shedding bitter tears

They haven’t made a profit in over thirty years;

In over thirty years, my friend, in over thirty years

Not one thin dime in all that time, in over thirty years.

Oh, Put it on the ground, spread it all around,

Dig it with a hoe; it will make your garden grow.

It’s fun to work on holidays, or when the day is done

Why should they pay us overtime for having so much fun,

For having so much fun, my friend, for having so much fun

Pay overtime would be a crime, for having so much fun.

Oh, Put it on the ground, spread it all around,

Dig it with a hoe; it will make your garden grow.

The men who own the industries, they own no bonds and stocks,

They own no yachts or limousines, or gems the size of rocks,

They own no big estates with pools or silken B.V.D.’s

Because they pay the working folk such fancy salaries.

Oh, Put it on the ground, spread it all around,

Dig it with a hoe, it will make your garden grow.

Say, do you seek equality? We’ve heard it told you do.

We’re sure it’s very simple; it simply is your due.

Just hold your tongue and sweetly smile, we surely cannot fail

Yes, hold your tongue and sweetly smile and justice will prevail.

Oh, Put it on the ground, spread it all around,

Dig it with a hoe; it will make your garden grow.