HARRY POLLIT ....LYRICS |
THIS WAS A SONG MY DAD used to sing to me to get me off to sleep back in the 60s...
I recorded it and its here
http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/7812.html
The Ballad of Harry Pollitt
Harry was a bolshevic..... and one of Lenin's lads
But he was foully murdered by counter revolutionary cads
Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads
Was foully murdered by counter revolutionary cads
He landed up in heaven trembling at the knees
'May I speak to God I am Mr. Pollitt please
Mr. Pollitt please, Mr. Pollitt please,
May I speak to God I am Mr. Pollitt please'
'Who are you' said God, 'if you're humble and contrite
And a friend of Lady Astor, then OK. you'll be alright
Then OK. you'll be alright, then OK. you'll be alright
And a friend of Lady Astor, then OK. you'll be alright'
They dressed him in a nightie, put a harp into his hand
And he played the Internationale in the hallelujah band
In the haleluia band, in the hallelujah band
He played the Internationale in the hallelujah band
They put him in the choir, the hymns he did not like
So he organized the angels and he fetched them out on strike
Fetched them out on strike, fetched them out on strike
He organized the angels and he fetched them out on strike
One day as God was walking around the heavenly state
Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate
Slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate
Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate
They put him up for trial before the Holy Ghost
Charged with disaffection amongst the heavenly host
Amongst the heavenly host, amongst the heavenly host
Charged with disaffection amongst the heavenly host
The verdict it was guilty, said Harry 'That is swell'
And he tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he floated down to hell
Floated down to hell, floated down to hell
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he floated down to hell
A few more years have ended, now Harry's doing swell
He's just been made the people's commissar for Soviet hell
Commissar for soviet hell, commissar for Soviet hell
He's just been made the people's commissar for Soviet hell
Now the moral of this story is easy for to tell,
If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell,
You'll have to go to hell, Yes, you'll have to go to hell,
If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to go to hell!"
I recorded it and its here
http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/7812.html
The Ballad of Harry Pollitt
Harry was a bolshevic..... and one of Lenin's lads
But he was foully murdered by counter revolutionary cads
Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads
Was foully murdered by counter revolutionary cads
He landed up in heaven trembling at the knees
'May I speak to God I am Mr. Pollitt please
Mr. Pollitt please, Mr. Pollitt please,
May I speak to God I am Mr. Pollitt please'
'Who are you' said God, 'if you're humble and contrite
And a friend of Lady Astor, then OK. you'll be alright
Then OK. you'll be alright, then OK. you'll be alright
And a friend of Lady Astor, then OK. you'll be alright'
They dressed him in a nightie, put a harp into his hand
And he played the Internationale in the hallelujah band
In the haleluia band, in the hallelujah band
He played the Internationale in the hallelujah band
They put him in the choir, the hymns he did not like
So he organized the angels and he fetched them out on strike
Fetched them out on strike, fetched them out on strike
He organized the angels and he fetched them out on strike
One day as God was walking around the heavenly state
Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate
Slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate
Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate
They put him up for trial before the Holy Ghost
Charged with disaffection amongst the heavenly host
Amongst the heavenly host, amongst the heavenly host
Charged with disaffection amongst the heavenly host
The verdict it was guilty, said Harry 'That is swell'
And he tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he floated down to hell
Floated down to hell, floated down to hell
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he floated down to hell
A few more years have ended, now Harry's doing swell
He's just been made the people's commissar for Soviet hell
Commissar for soviet hell, commissar for Soviet hell
He's just been made the people's commissar for Soviet hell
Now the moral of this story is easy for to tell,
If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell,
You'll have to go to hell, Yes, you'll have to go to hell,
If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to go to hell!"
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