HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

With the downfall of dictators in Africa and the Near East it is an apt time to reread "The Man With the Hoe" posted much earlier on this site.

Here is another paean to the downtrodden everyman. It's from the lyrics of a song sung by Joan Blondell in the film, "Gold Diggers 1933".

MY FORGOTTEN MAN

I don't know if he deserves a bit of sympathy,
Forget your sympathy, that's all right with me.
I was satisfied to drift along from day to day,
Till they came and took my man away.
Remember my forgotten man,

You put a rifle in his hand;
You sent him far away,
You shouted, "Hip, hooray!"
But look at him today!
Remember my forgotten man,


You had him cultivate the land;
He walked behind the plow,
The sweat fell from his brow,
But look at him right now!


And once, he used to love me,
I was happy then;
He used to take care of me,
Won't you bring him back again?
'Cause ever since the world began,
A woman's got to have a man;
Forgetting him, you see,
Means you're forgetting me
Like my forgotten man.