The Banks of Marble

I’ve traveled around 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-knockin' 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
Scrubbin' 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 miner sweated for
I saw the seaman standing
Idly by the shore;
And I heard the owner sayin'
«Got no work fer 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 see my brothers working
Throughout this mighty land
And I pray 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’d share those vaults of silver
That we have sweated for