the banks they are rosy chords by Ewan MacColl

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Verse 1
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On the banks of the Elbe
me love and I sat down to neck
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And he took out his ball -pen
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and he wrote me out a cheque
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And he said, me darlin' Gretchen,
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how'd you like to make a wreck
Of the whole bloody universe,
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me darlin'?
Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
and the market's doing fine.
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The bulls and bears are pasturing
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from Wall Street to the Rhine.
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The bums are in the stockpile
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only waiting for a sign
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From me Johnny, lovely Johnny,
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with his ball pens.
Oh, heart is sad and lonely
for the boys in shirts of brown
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And the lads who
wore the black shirts
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on the streets of Burlington
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For they were sure the boyos
who could drag a country down
Oh, me Johnny,
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there was nothin' that could
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Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
And the market's doing fine.
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The bulls and bears are posturing
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From Wall Street to the Rhine.
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The bombs are in the stockpile,
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Only waiting for a sign
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From me Johnny, lovely Johnny,
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With his ball pens.
Oh, they took me little Adolf,
I and Herman Goering too,
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And Rudy Hess and Himmler,
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that was loyal, brave and true.
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They began the fight for freedom,
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but there's one we'll see it through.
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It's me Johnny, lovely Johnny,
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with his ball pens.
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Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
and the market's doing fine.
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The bulls and bears are pasturing
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from Wall Street to the Rhine.
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The bombs are in the stockpile,
only waiting for a sign
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From me Johnny, lovely Johnny,
With his bald pens.
There's a place they call the Congo,
And it's full of heathen blacks,
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They had the nerve to try and get
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The Belgians off their backs,
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But gallant little Belgium Opened,
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give them such a whack,
And me Johnny smiled and
gently whispered,
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Freedom!
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Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
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and the market's doing fine.
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The bulls and bears are pasturing
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from Wall Street to the Rhine.
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The bums are in the stockpile,
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only waiting for a sign
from me Johnny.
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Lovely Johnny with his ball
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pens.
There's Darlene,
General Franco,
and the heirs of Syngman Rhee.
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There's Batista, late of Cuba,
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and another two or three.
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Every one a freedom fighter
and they love democracy.
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And they're friendly,
oh, so friendly with me, Johnny.
Oh, the banks, they are rosy,
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and the market's doing fine.
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The bulls and bears are pasturing
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from Wall Street to the Rhine.
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The bums are in the stockpile,
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only waiting for a sign
from me, Johnny.
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Lovely Johnny with his ballpens.
Oh, Johnny is so lavish
with the things he gives to me.
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There's missiles, bombs,
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and atom soaps,
all kinds of finery.
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And he calls me Little Gretchen,
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the soul of liberty.
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While he's fiddlin' with the
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buttons of his ball pens
Oh, the bags they're rosy
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and the market's doin' fine
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The bulls and bears are posturin'
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from Wall Street to the Rhine
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The bums are in the stockpile
only waitin' for a sign
From me Johnny,
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lovely Johnny with his ball pens.
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