Poetry of William B. Wilson, First Secretary of Labor
Written for the menu of a banquet to John Mitchell on the eve of his departure to attend the British Trade Union Congress as a Fraternal Delegate from the American Federation of Labor.
We're a goin' to give a blow-out to Johnny Mitchell, now,
In honor 0' the trip that's addin' laurels to his brow.
And when he leaves his native heath our hearts 'II fill with pain
And keep a constant longin' till we git him back again.
There ain't no use o' talkin', all the time he is away
We'll miss him in the councils, and we'll miss him in the fray
When sturdy blows are needed 'gainst the wrong and for the right,
For though he is a man o' peace he ain't afraid to fight.
He's got a way about him some employers doesn't like,
He beats them in convention and he whips them in the strike,
But he's won their admiration, and its growin' more and more,
For they know he stands for justice and he's honest to the core.
So we're goin' to give a blow-out to Johnny Mitchell, now,
In honor o' the trip that's addin' laurels to his brow.
And in this partin' moment as we bid him "au revoir,"
We hail him Labor's Prince o' Peace, likewise its King o' War.