Jerry:

Just a few political folksongs, off the top of my head, which predate the 1940's by from 100 to 400 years...


Ho, Brother Teague, hast heard the decree?
Lily Bulena, Bulena la!
That we are to have a new deputy!
Lily Bulena, Bulena la.....


My Geordie will be hanged from a golden chain
'Tis not the chain of many,
Stole sixteen of the King's own deer
And sold them in Bohenie....

We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil
Fighting for the liberty we gained by honest toil...


Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing!
Onward, the sailors cry.
Carry the lad who was born to be King,
Over the sea to Skye.

Many others come to mind, but you get the idea....

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