First Peoples Commissar of Soviet Hell!
See also: Limelighters...
Here's little ditty, performed by the Limelighters a number of years back. It’s about Harry Pollitt, leader of the Communist Party of Great Britain (1929-39 and 1941-56). When he was finally expelled from the party, they wrote a song about him as if he were dead. Here it is.
Harry Pollitt was a worker, one of Lenin's lads
‘Til he was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads
Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads
‘Til he was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heaven
He reached the Gates with ease,
He said, "May I speak with Comrade God;
I’m Harry Pollitt please."
etc.
"Who are ya," said Saint Peter,
"Are you humble and contrite?"
"I’m a friend of Lady Astor’s."
"Well, okay, that’s quite all right."
They put him in the choir,
But the hymns he did not like,
So he organized the angels
And he led them out on strike!
One day when God was walking
‘Round heaven to meditate,
Who should he see but Harry
Chalking slogans on the gate?
Well, they brought him up for trial
Before the Holy Ghost
For spreading disaffection
Amongst the heavenly host.
Well, the verdict it was guilty,
And Harry said "Ah, well."
He tucked his nightie ‘round his knees
And he drifted down to hell.
Now seven long years have passed,
And Harry’s doing swell
He's just been made
First People’s Commissar of Soviet Hell.
Well the moral of this story
Is easy for to tell,
If you want to be a Bolshevik,
You’ll have to go to hell!
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--fl |
