English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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No. 84
2   This poor man lay at the rich man's gate, To help himself unable,
And there he lay to humbly wait
For the crumbs from his rich table.
But not one crumb would this happy cure (epicure)
Ever aye protend to send him.
The dogs took pity and licked his sores,
More ready to befriend him.
3   This poor man died at the rich man's gate, Where angel bands attended ; Straightway to Abraham's bosom flown, Where all his sorrows ended.
This rich man died and was buried too, But O, his dreadful station; With Abraham and Lazarus both in view He landed in damnation.
* If G be tonic : — Mode j, b.