FOLKS is talkin' 'bout de money, 'bout de silvah an' de gold; All de time de season 's changin' an' de days is gittin' cold. An' dey 's wond'rin' 'bout de metals, whethah we'll have one er two. While de price o' coal is risin' an' dey 's two months' rent dat 's due. Some folks says dat gold 's de only money dat is wuff de name, Den de othahs rise an' tell 'em dat dey ought to be ashame, An' dat silvah is de only thing to save us f'om de powah Of de gold-bug ragin' 'roun' an' seekin' who he may devowah. Well, you folks kin keep on shoutin' wif yo' gold er silvah cry, But I tell you people hams is sceerce an' fowls is roostin' high. An' hit ain't de so't o' money dat is pesterin' my min', But de question I want answehed's how to get at any kin'! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SEVEN TIMES FOUR [ - MATERNITY] by JEAN INGELOW CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN |