To the tune of the “Battle Hymn of the Republic”

[from Facts Mag­a­zine, Novem­ber 1, 1919]

Go ahead. Sing it.

Place Your Dough Through Greene”

There is green upon the water;
There is green upon the land.
There’s a House of Greene in Boston
Built to lend a help­ing hand.
To the man with lazy dol­lars,
Who thinks it would be grand
To be an inde­pen­dent guy.

Cho­rus
Glory! Glory! To the Greene Plan,
To the preacher and base­ball fan,
To the mil­lion­aire and ice man
Who place their dough through Greene.

There shines a light along the road
That means “full speed ahead!“
And those who grasp its mean­ing
Know the truth can­not be dead.
Their sym­pa­thy for all of those,
Who take Greene light for red,
They’ve got their sig­nals mixed.

Cho­rus
Glory! Glory! To the Greene Plan,
To the preacher and base­ball fan,
To the mil­lion­aire and ice man
Who place their dough through Greene.

etc etc

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