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Image and caption: President William H. Taft  George Grantham Bain Collection, U.S. Library of Congress LC-B2- 2016-6

Lyrics:

I saw the sin of Pride out promenading
Down avenues all paved with gold
From the spoils of speculating—
Turning everything of worth on God’s green Earth
Into something to be bought and sold

It’s a crying shame, sir, the state we’re in—
Where the poor man pays, lord, lord for the rich man’s sin

I heard the sin of Greed expostulating
That the rich man’s trove
Is his needful share—
And how that squares with the cries of a hungry child
Greed don’t care

The Glutton’s creed admits no stain
Of iniquity to the rich man’s claim
Yet when the rich man sins the poor foot the bill—
Want on the streets is the price of avarice in the mansions on the hill

But when the bill comes due, sir, when the bill comes due
No more hat in hand, sir, when the bill comes due—
When the bill comes due sir, when the bill comes due
We’ll claim what right demands, sir, when the bill come due
When the bill comes due sir, when the bill comes due
We’ll settle up the score, when the bill comes due
When the bill comes due sir, when the bill comes due
No child hungry any more, sir, when the bill comes due