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Lyrics:
I've travelled 'round this country From shore to shining shore It really made me wonder The things I heard and saw I saw the weary farmer Plowing his sod and loam I heard the auction hammer Just a-knocking down his home But the banks are made of marble With a guard at every door And the vaults are stuffed with silver That the farmer sweated for I saw the weary miner Scrubbing coal dust from his back And I heard his children crying 'We've got no coal to heat the shack.' But the banks are made of marble With a guard at every door And the vaults are stuffed with silver That the miners sweated for I saw the seaman standing Idly by the shore And I heard the owners saying 'Got no work for you no more' But the banks are made of marble With a guard at every door And the vaults are stuffed with silver That the seamen sweated for I've seen my brothers working Throughout this mighty land I prayed we'd get together And together make a stand Then we'd own those banks of marble With a guard at every door And we would share those vaults of silver That we have sweated for
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