Song on the topic:

SAMMY BELL
Alex Glasgow

1. Well, a little tale I'll tell of a chap called Sammy Bell, who lived down our street.
Well, he laboured night and day for his pain making sausages for you to eat,
But unlike you and me, he was always full of glee as he slaved along,
And every night as he cleaned his machine, he sang this simple song:

CHORUS: I love my work and I love my wages.
I love my boss and he loves me too.
Oh, my lovely line of sausages,
I'll surely die for the love of you.

2. Well, Sammy never shirked as he laboured at his work on the sausage machine.
He regarded every shift as a Cinderella gift from a fairy Queen.
His devotion was religious. His production was prodigious. He was uncrowned king.
In the land of Saveloys, amongst the top Polony boys, you could hear him sing: CHORUS

3. One day a little man, with a stopwatch in his hand, came to see our Sam,
And he said, "Well, I'll be damned! He's a sausage superman, for a piecework plan."
He began to calculate a copper-bottomed banger rate for all the men,
But when he put it to the test, they were quota'd from the rest, but our Sam began to sing again: CHORUS

4. The shop steward said to Sam, "Our wages have been lowered due to your mad pace.
It is not to be endured. Won't you move a little slower for the piecework rate?"
But our hero Sammy Bell said, "You can damn well go to hell and the union too.
There's a quota to be met, and I won't let it be wrecked by the likes of you!" CHORUS

5. So the shop steward called a strike, and at the factory that night, Sam was all alone,
And to meet the bosses' needs, his machine increased its speed to a high-pitched drone.
On a sausage skin Sam slipped, by the mincer he was gripped, and it didn't take long.
Before the sausages came out the other end, and they were singing Sam's song. CHORUS