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Banks Of Marble

I've travelled round this country
From shore to shining shore
It really makes me wonder
The things I heard and saw
I saw the weary farmer
Ploughing sod and loam
I heard the auction hammer
Just a-knocking down their 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 seamen standing
Idly by the shore
I heard the bosses saying
Got no work for you no more
I've seen the weary miners
Scrubbing coal dust from their backs
And I heard their children crying
Got no coal to heat the shack
My brothers and my sisters
Are at work throughout this land
I pray we'll get together
And together make a stand

Pete Seeger