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Oh Pay Oh pay
 
he first Black Friday the cashiers did say
Was to rip off mankind and make us all pay
How we would pay, how we would pay dear
While the rich man would simply stand back and cheer.

Oh pay, oh pay, oh pay, oh pay
We may not want to but we will obey!

The rich man looked and saw us afar
He drew us in like feathers to tar
And we gave up our funds with no fight
We did so though we knew it was not right.

Oh pay, oh pay, oh pay, oh pay
We may not want to but we will obey!

And he became richer while we stayed poor
When we get ahead he simply gouges us more
To have all our cash is his only intent
He’ll rip us off whether by oil or rent.

Oh pay, oh pay, oh pay, oh pay
We may not want to but we will obey!

Author Note: I tried to find 'First Noel' as background music but it doesn't have it!

By Chris_Breva

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