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