I've heard the derisive phrase, Jew down, jew down,
Flung at almost any innocent face
That questions the price of goods in my home town
Where saving a sou is laid to the Hebrew race.
I hear it again among these Yankee folk,
A race that gives no more than it receives,
And paying the price they raise until I'm broke,
I'm tempted to say, Go on, yank up, you thieves.
From what I've known of higher things than prices,
From love of self to love or martyrdom,
The Gentiles own at least one half the vices
And yet their virtues give them Kingdom Come.
A Jew gave up his life to give them that,
They say, and pay the Jew this tit-for-tat.