People's Pilot, Volume 6, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 January 1897 — Far, Far Away. [ARTICLE]

Far, Far Away.

A NEW SONG. Where, oh, whore, has confidence gone? Far, far away. ‘Twas promised In chunks by the ton, Far, far away. Elect me. ’twill come, was McKinley’s cry; Mark Hanna swore it was no lie. Now Wall street points us up to the sky, Far, far away. Where, oh, where, did prosperity go? Far, far away. Is the thing we would all like to know, Far, far away. The banks they are bursting by the score, Wages are lower than ever before, And prosperity Is on the other shore, Far, far away. Where, oh, where, can we find the gold? Far, far away. ’Twould make us all rich we were told, Far. far away. They said It would come and start the mill, Hard times and poverty it wculd kill, But it never came closer than Wall street’s till. Far, far away. Where, oh, where, can those jobs be found? Far, far away. That labor was to get it money was sound? Far, far away. About those jobs they told us a lie, The only job Is McKinley pie. For now they are winking the other eye, Far, far away. From an outraged people they’ll have to flee, Far, far away. With Wall street promises we’ll not be caught, The voters with Bryan will cast their lot, And send gqjd bugs where the climate is hot, Far. far away. —J. R. Sovereign. G. M. W., K. of L.