I've travelled round this country
From shore to shining shore
It really made me wonder
At the things I heard and saw
I saw the weary farmer
Ploughing sod and loam
L heard the auction hammer
Just a’ knocking down his door
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 seaman standing
Idly by the shore
And I heard the bosses 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 seaman sweated for
I saw the weary miner
Scrubbing coal dust from his back
I heard his children crying
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 miner sweated for
I’ve seen the weary old folks
Without a nickel left to give
And the hovels they exist in
Ain’t fit for rats to live
But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
That the old folks sweated for
I've seen my people working
Throughout this mighty land
And I’ve prayed we get together
And together make a stand
Then we'd own those banks of marble
With a guard at every door
And we'd share those vaults of silver
That we’ve all sweated for
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