Jungle of the Midwest Sea

In the year of our Lord 1903, in the meat packing plants off the shores of the sea

Stood a young man at his slaughter post a newby by his side

He said grind it up and ship it out doesn't matter what's inside

With poison bread to kill the rats, an effective tool of trade

Just grind 'em down to sausage it's not hard for a work day's pay