| Lyrics: | THE COAL BARON'S SONG
(J.L. Frank)
Let them strike as much as they like,
To us 'tis a perfect boon;
Merrily high the prices fly,
On monopoly's big
balloon,
Tho' they starve by bits in the inky pits,
Tho' their children cry for
bread,
The end of the game must be the same,
King Capital keeps
ahead.
cho: The end of the game must be the same,
King Capital keeps
ahead.
Good pay? absurd! Upon my word,
What more can the men
require?
You speak of the poor---what they endure,
Deprived of their bit of
fire,
If we who control the price of coal,
Reduced at this time of year,
Our dividends, my worthy friends,
Would rapidly disappear.
cho: Our
dividends, my worthy friends,
Would rapidly disappear.
I'm willing to add,
their work is bad,
And dangerous, too, to face;
But when one stops, and reels
and drops,
There's another to take his place.
Supply and demand, throughout the
land,
By that we will stand or fall,
We're dealing in coals, but bodies and
souls,
Are not in our line at all
cho: We're dealing in coals, but bodies and
souls
Are not in our line at all.
Note: publushed 1895
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