Words:
Mrs. P. D. Holmes
Tune:
The Man on the Flying Trapeze
This
fellow from Boston, the home of the bean,
Has a
wit and a mind that is sparkling and keen,
He
works day and night, to show folks the light,
First
seen by the great man--Filene!
Oh
the gospel he spreads--credit unions,
Spells
the doom of the dreaded loan shark,
His
cause spells financial salvation,
Rekindling
faith, courage, and spark!
Chorus
Oh
this Roy Bergengren, he's the mon ye well ken,
Inspiration
for debt-ridden, worry-worn men,
Over
sea, and by rail, he blazed credit's trail,
Leading
the movement we hail.
There's
anither, begorra, bejabbers, bedad,
So
full of the blarney, it makes your heart glad,
Whin
he talks credit unions, they jine by the scad,
Tim
O'Shaughnessy, he's the wee lad!
With
helpers assisting, inspiring,
he's
the spirit behind Illinois,
In
the work he is faithful, untiring,
He's
a booster, this foine Irish boy!
(Chorus)
Oh
there's Doig, Brainerd, Orchard, Rentfro and Long,
Cohen
and Perceival, all cohorts strong,
There's
Gartland and Hyland, Skorstad and King,
And
others whose praises we'd sing!
They're
uniting our whole belov'ed nation,
And
the Shylocks have fled to the trees,
Tho'
they're here and they're there,
They're
not un in the air,
Like
the man on the flying trapese.
(Chorus)
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