Banks of Marble

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