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Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger - Ballad of the Carpenter (1960)

A beautiful song about Jesus as the first socialist of the history written by Ewan MacColl and registered together with Peggy Seeger for their LP "The New Briton Gazette Vol.1" in 1960 and successively registered by Phil Ochs for his album I Ain't Marching Anymore (1965). The song was previously available on YouTube only in the version of Phil Ochs and now also in the version of the authors. Lyrics Jesus was a working man And a hero, you shall hear Born in the slums of Bethelehem At the turning of the year At the turning of the year When Jesus was a little lad The streets rang with his name For he argued with the aldermen (older men?) And he put them all to shame He put them all to shame His father he apprenticed him A carpenter to be To plane and drill and work with skill In the town of Galilee The town of Galilee He became a roving journeyman And he wandered far and wide And he saw how wealth and poverty Lived always side by side Always side by side He said, "Come all you working men You farmers and weavers too If you will only organise The world belongs to you The world belongs to you" So the fishermen sent two delegates And the farmers and weavers too And they formed a working committee of twelve To see the struggle through To see the struggle through When the rich men heard what the carpenter had done To the Roman troops they ran Saying "Put this rebel Jesus down He's a menace to God and man Menace to God and man" The commander of the occupying troops He laughed and then he said "There's a cross to spare on Cavalry Hill By the weekend he'll be dead By the weekend he'll be dead Jesus walked among the poor For the poor were his own kind And they never let the cops get close enough To take him from behind Oh, to take him from behind So they hired a man of the traitor's trade And a stool pigeon was he And he sold his brother to the butcher's men For a fistful of silver money A fistful of money When Jesus stood in the prison cell They beat him and offered him bribes To desert the cause of his own poor folk And work for the rich men's tribe Work for the rich men's tribe The sweat stood out upon his brow And the blood was in his eye And they nailed his body to the Roman cross And they laughed as they watched him die They laughed as they watched him die Two thousand years have passed and gone And many a hero too But the dream of this poor carpenter At last is coming true