Harvey Anderson monologue (Act 1) — The Americans

Well, men are ants, and Egerton he's had bread. And he's kept throwing it down there in the valley, First crumb by crumb and later chunk by chunk, Until he's drawn them round him, thousands of them, And when they've come he's put them all to work. And to see them at it! I could spend my life Sitting upon the mountains on some rock That hangs above the town, watching them drudge. 'Get me my logs out;' and they get his logs. 'Now saw them; make me lumber;' and they do it, 'Build me my railroad;' and they blast the rocks. 'Now up with my big mansion on the hill, And carve me all my ants upon the walls, Some sawing logs, others with axes raised Hard at the big round boles, some half cut down; Make her look like a forest through and through.' And they've tugged at it till they've got it done. And all they've chopped and sawed and built is his, And he puts it in his pocket and sits down And they can't help themselves. They've got to eat, And Egerton he's the man that's----