The City Beautiful (Jack Phelan)

“The City Beautiful” Lyrics: Jack Phelan. Tune: Unknown. Behold! She sits upon a pile of offal! Polluting the fresh waters at her feet, While, ’round her head the four winds that meet Grow noisome from her putrid breath. Yea, awful. Look! Her marts are groaning with the golden grain That flows to her from many […]

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