Banks of Marble

I've traveled round this country, from shore to shining shore.

And it really made me wonder, all the things I heard and saw.

I saw the poor dirt farmer plowing sod and loam

I heard the auction hammer a knocking down his home.

I saw the sailors standing idly by the shore;

I heard the bosses saying, "Got no work for you no more."

I saw the women working in the sweatshop and the store,

In the office and the factory, and at home they scrubbed the floor.

I saw the worn-out miners scrubbing coal dust from their backs;

I heard their children crying, "Got no coal to heat these shacks."

I saw my mother working from dawn to setting sun;

I heard her saying softly, "Women's work is never done."

I saw the data keypunchers, their eyes and fingers tired,

I heard the bosses saying, "Hurry up or you'll be fired."

I've seen my fellow workers throughout this mighty land;

We will fight to get together in the One Big Union grand.