| Originale | Bob Whiskens' version |
| BANKS OF MARBLE | THE BANKS ARE MADE OF MARBLE |
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| I've traveled round this country | I've travelled round this country |
| From shore to shining shore. | From shore to shining shore |
| It really made me wonder | And it really made me wonder |
| The things I heard and saw. | About the things that I heard and saw |
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| I saw the weary farmer, | I saw a homeless woman |
| Plowing sod and loam; | Outside the local store |
| I heard the auction hammer | And it really made me angry |
| A knocking down his home. | Tory austerity was the cause |
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| But the banks are made of marble, | But the banks they are made of marble |
| With a guard at every door, | With a guard at every door |
| And the vaults are stuffed with silver, | And the vaults they are stuffed with silver |
| That the farmer sweated for. | That the people grafted for |
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| I saw the seaman standing | And I see young struggling families |
| Idly by the shore. | Standing in the food bank queues |
| I heard the bosses saying, | Remember brothers and sisters |
| Got no work for you no more. | Tomorrow it might be me or you |
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| But the banks are made of marble, | But the banks they are made of marble |
| With a guard at every door, | With a guard at every door |
| And the vaults are stuffed with silver, | And the vaults they are stuffed with silver |
| That the seaman sweated for. | That the people grafted for |
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| I saw the weary miner, | Well I saw our frontline workers |
| Scrubbing coal dust from his back, | Nurses and doctors and those in care |
| I heard his children cryin', | Risking their lives without resources |
| Got no coal to heat the shack. | No protective kit for them to wear |
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| But the banks are made of marble, | But the banks they are made of marble |
| With a guard at every door, | With a guard at every door |
| And the vaults are stuffed with silver, | And the vaults they are stuffed with silver |
| That the miner sweated for. | That the people grafted for |
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| I've seen my brothers working | So I've seen hard-working people |
| Throughout this mighty land; | Throughout this mighty land |
| I prayed we'd get together, | There's the few, then there's the many |
| And together make a stand. | Rise up the many and make a stand |
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| Then we'd own those banks of marble, | But the banks they are made of marble |
| With a guard at every door; | With a guard at every door |
| And we'd share those vaults of silver, | And the vaults they are stuffed with silver |
| That we have sweated for. | That the people grafted for |
