| PHARAOH, King of Egypt's land, | |
| Held you in his cruel hand, | |
| Till the Appointed of the Lord | |
| Led you forth and drowned his horde. | |
| Cushan, Eglon's Moabites, | 5 |
| Jabin, then the Midianites, | |
| Ammonite and Philistine | |
| Held you, by decree divine. | |
| Shishak spoiled you—but the list | |
| Fades in dim tradition's mist— | 10 |
| And on history's page we see | |
| One long tale of misery, | |
| Century after century through— | |
| Chains and lashes for the Jew. | |
| Haman and Antiochus, | 15 |
| Herod, Roman Socius, | |
| Spoiled you, crushed you, various ways, | |
| Till the dawn of Christian days; | |
| Since which time your wrongs and shame | |
| Have remained about the same. | 20 |
| Whipped and chained, your teeth pulled out; | |
| English cat and Russian knout | |
| Made familiar with your back— | |
| When you were n't upon the rack— | |
| Marked for scorn of Christian men; | 25 |
| Pilfered, taxed, and taxed again; | |
| Pilloried, prisoned, burnt and stoned, | |
| Stripped of even the clothes you owned; | |
| Child of Torture, Son of Shame, | |
| Robbed of even a father's name— | 30 |
| In this year of Christian grace, | |
| What 's your state and what 's your place? | |
| Why, you 're rich and strong and gay— | |
| Chakey Einstein, owff Broadway! | |
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| Myriad signs along the street | 35 |
| Israelitish names repeat. | |
| Lichtenstein and Morgenroth | |
| Sell the pants and sell the coat; | |
| Minzesheimer, Isaacs, Meyer, | |
| Levy, Lehman, Simon, Speyer— | 40 |
| These may just suggest a few | |
| Specimens of Broadway Jew— | |
| And these gentlemen have made | |
| Quite their own the Dry-gootz Trade. | |
| Surely you 're on top to-day, | 45 |
| Chakey Einstein, owff Broadway! | |
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| Fat and rich you are, and loud; | |
| Fond of being in a crowd; | |
| Fond of diamonds and rings; | |
| Fond of haberdashers' things; | 50 |
| Fond of color, fond of noise; | |
| Fond of treating "owl der boys" | |
| (Yet, it 's only fair to state, | |
| For yourself, most temperate); | |
| Fond of women, fond of song; | 55 |
| Fond of bad cigars, and strong; | |
| Fond, too much, of Brighton's Race | |
| (Where you 're wholly out of place, | |
| For no Jew in Time's long course | |
| Knew one thing about a horse); | 60 |
| Fond of life, and fond of fun | |
| (Once your "beezness" wholly done); | |
| Open-handed, generous, free, | |
| Full of Christian charity | |
| (Far more full than he who pokes | 65 |
| At your avarice his jokes); | |
| Fond of friends, and ever kind | |
| To the sick and lame and blind | |
| (And, though loud you else may be, | |
| Silent in your charity); | 70 |
| Fond of Mrs. Einstein and | |
| Her too-numerous infant band, | |
| Ever willing they should share | |
| Your enjoyment everywhere— | |
| What of you is left to say, | 75 |
| Chakey Einstein, owff Broadway? | |
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| Though you 're spurned in some hotels, | |
| You have kin among the swells— | |
| Great musicians, poets true, | |
| Painters, singers not a few, | 80 |
| Own their cousinship to you: | |
| And all England, so they say, | |
| Yearly blooms on Primrose Day | |
| All in memory of a Jew | |
| Of the self-same race as you; | 85 |
| Greatest leader ever known | |
| Since the Queen came to her throne; | |
| Bismarck's only equal foe, | |
| With a thrust for every blow, | |
| One who rose from place to place | 90 |
| To lead the Anglo-Saxon race, | |
| One whose statecraft wise and keen | |
| Made an Empress of a Queen— | |
| You 've your share in Primrose Day, | |
| Chakey Einstein, owff Broadway! | 95 |
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| Well, good friend, we look at you | |
| And behold the Conquering Jew: | |
| In despite of all the years | |
| Filled with agonies and fears; | |
| In despite of stake and chain; | 100 |
| In despite of Rome and Spain; | |
| 'Spite of prison, rack, and lash, | |
| You are here and you 've the cash: | |
| You are Trade's uncrownèd king— | |
| You are mostly everything— | 105 |
| Only one small joke, O Jew! | |
| Has the Christian world on you— | |
| When your son, your first-born boy, | |
| Solomon, your fond heart's joy, | |
| Grows to manhood's years, he 'll wed | 110 |
| One a Christian born and bred; | |
| Blue of blood, of lineage old, | |
| Who will take him for his gold— | |
| That 's not all—so far the joke | |
| Is upon the Christian folk. | 115 |
| But, dear Chakey, when he goes | |
| In his proper Sabbath clo'es, | |
| To the House of Worship, he | |
| And his little family, | |
| He will pass the synagogue, | 120 |
| And upon his way will jog | |
| To a Church, wherein his pew | |
| Will bear a name unknown to you— | |
| One quite unknown in old B'nai B'rith— | |
| Eynston maybe—maybe Smith. | 125 |
| That 's just as sure as day is day— | |
| Chakey Einstein, owff Broadway! | |
