Woe To The Dollar:
He who holds no laws in awe
He must perish by the law.
There is no law to say such things
As may disgust the ear of those fiat kings.
Woe to the Dollar!
Men have lost their children, wives
Their money, and valiant men their lives;
One what best his love might claim
Has lost, another wealth, or fame.
Woe to the Dollar!
Men and children therein weep
Their loss, so heavy and so deep;
Ladies of Fiat, all she rears
Within her walls, burst into tears.
Woe to the Dollar!
And From the windows over the walls
The web of mourning falls;
The Nation weeps as a woman over
Her loss, for it is much and sore.
Woe to the Dollar!
OH! they will miss those Gold Bullion eyes of fire,
So scarce, it will leave them without desire.
No Sun, no love, no hope, no dough,
Never forget another's woe.
Woe to the Dollar!
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