Banks of Marble (trad) (F) Les Rice with extra verses 4,6 and 7 from The Little Red Song book 1995 this country, I’ve travelled ‘round I saw the worn out miners, From shore to shining shore Scrubbing coal dust from their backs. And it really made me wonder I heard their children crying, At` the things I heard and saw no coal to heat these ‘Got shacks’ CHORUS I saw the poor dirt farmer, Ploughing sod and loam. I saw my mother working, I heard the auction hammer From dawn to setting sun A- knocking down his home. I heard her saying softly CHORUS work is ‘Womens’ never done’ But the banks are made of marble, CHORUS With a guard at every door. And the vaults were full of silver I saw call centre workers, That the (farmer) sweated for. Their eyes and fingers tired, I heard the bosses saying, I saw the sailors standing, up or be ‘Hurry you’ll fired’ Idly by the shore CHORUS I heard the bosses saying no work for you no ‘Got more’ seen my fellow workers I’ve CHORUS Throughout this mighty land We will fight to get together I saw the women working, In One Big Union grand In the sweatshop and the store. In the office and the factory, LAST CHORUS And at home they scrubbed the floor. Then own these banks of marble we’ll CHORUS And open every door we’ll And share those vaults of silver, we’ll That we all have sweated for!
Banks of Marble (trad) (F) Les Rice with extra verses 4,6 and 7 from The Little Red Song book 1995 I’ve travelled ‘round this country, From shore to shining shore And it really made me wonder At` the things I heard and saw I saw the poor dirt farmer, Ploughing sod and loam. I heard the auction hammer A- knocking down his home. CHORUS But the banks are made of marble, With a guard at every door. And the vaults were full of silver That the (farmer) sweated for. I saw the sailors standing, Idly by the shore I heard the bosses saying ‘Got no work for you no more’ CHORUS I saw the women working, In the sweatshop and the store. In the office and the factory, And at home they scrubbed the floor. CHORUS I saw the worn out miners, Scrubbing coal dust from their backs. I heard their children crying, ‘Got no coal to heat these shacks’ CHORUS I saw my mother working, From dawn to setting sun I heard her saying softly ‘Womens’ work is never done’ CHORUS I saw call centre workers, Their eyes and fingers tired, I heard the bosses saying, ‘Hurry up or you’ll be fired’ CHORUS I’ve seen my fellow workers Throughout this mighty land We will fight to get together In One Big Union grand LAST CHORUS Then we’ll own these banks of marble And we’ll open every door And we’ll share those vaults of silver, That we all have sweated for!
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