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68 As through the world we take our way
 * How oftentimes we hear

The praises sung of wealthy men,
 * Of prince, and duke and peer.

The poets tell us of their fame,
 * They are lauded o’er the land,

But you very seldom hear them sing
 * Of the honest working man.

They praise the wealthy banker,
 * The purse-proud millionaire;

Their pockets have golden lining,
 * So they’re praised from everywhere.

Let others sing the praises
 * Of those darlings of the land,

But mine shall be a nobler theme—
 * The honest working man.

Let monarchs prize their glittering crowns
 * And all their royal host,

Let lordlings brag of their blue blood—
 * They have nothing else to boast.

But what is all their rank, compared
 * To our hero, true and grand,

One of fair Nature’s noblemen—
 * The honest working man.