American Old Time Song Lyrics: 02 Give Bread To The Poor

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As sung with great success by Frank Lewis.

I've an object in view I would like to unfold.
It's at out this great city that's revelled in gold;
The pride of our nation well tested above.
In Philadelphia's great city of brotherly love.
In the famine of late, though 'tis hard for to state,
The thought of starvation, and sad was the fate
Of the many poor families who had nothing in store,
Till a cry came from heaven, "Give bread to the poor!"

Now, there's A. T. Stewart, the New York millionaire,
Who I ome time ago sought another world's care.
Would it have hurt his kind heart to throw out a dime
To keep our poor sufferers from prison and crime?
He invested, I'm told, in a great institute,
In a matter of business, you bet he was cute;
He was lot like Jim Fiske, nor will be any more.
With his lightning express giving bread to the poor.

There's another kind heart, tho' he has been misused.
In South Carolina, where all was confused;
He kept down the riot, gave his office for peace,
While the Rads, in the White House, they sat at their ease.
In the t( wn of Columbia, which all of you know,
Their suffering was great with hunger and woe;
With his shirt sleeves rolled up, like old Jackson at war,
Stood Governor Wade Hampton giving bread to the poor.
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