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1. Chorus of Bolsheviks.

(Air—"Lil' Liza Jane.")

Solo:
Who are these men, all fearsome browed?
The Bolsheviks.
Who is it sways the trembling crowd?
The Bolsheviks.

All:
Oh, the Bolshies, bad Bolsheviks,
We're the Bolshies, bad Bolsheviks,
We're the Bolshies, bad Bolsheviks.

Solo:
We are really as quiet as lambs,
Are Bolsheviks.
Peaceful as nursemaids pushing prams,
Are Bolsheviks.

All:
Oh, the Bolshies, bad Bolsheviks,
We're the Bolshies, bad Bolsheviks.

Solo:
Much and many the tales are told
Of Bolsheviks!
Half of them true as fairy gold
To Bolsheviks.

Chorus:
Oh, the Bolshies, etc.

Solo:
Not till you hear St. Peter's hail, Ho, Bolsheviks.
Will you be told the truthful tale, Of Bolsheviks?

Chorus:
Oh, the Bolshies, good Bolsheviks,
We're the Bolshies, good Bolsheviks.