IT'S HARD WHEN YOU CAN'T TRUST A FRIEND.
In this age of deception, you will admit,
A true friend is a jewel indeed;
For he will ne'er shun you when poverty comes.
But gladly will aid you when you need.
Take the leaves on the trees that wither and fall.
These butterfly friends disappear;
When you're ragged and hungry, and haven't a cent.
They'll all pass you by with a sneer.
For your friend of to-day is a Judas to-morrow.
He smiles in your face, and your money he'll borrow;
He'll back-bite you then, and you'll find to your sorrow.
'Tis hard when you can't trust a friend.
So be careful in choosing your friendship, my boys,
New acquaintances trust not too soon;
It is best to go slow, in the end you will win,
And caution may oft prove a boon.
Never turn your back on a man because he is poor.
But give him a lift when you can;
For at some future day he'll remember the act,
And return it, I know, like a man.-Chorus.