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THE POOR MAN'S FAMILY I am a roving Irishman I sailed from Greenland's shore; To drive the hungry wolves away From the poor old landsman's door. cho: Oh give us pay for every day That's all we ask of thee, For it's right that we're out upon a strike For the poor man's family. The rich man's home by a cheery fire And their horses are swift and strong, But if a poor man should ask for a crust THey tell him that he's wrong. "You take your ribbons in your hand And you go plow for me You can die or live, I have nothing to give For the poor man's family." They bring their Eye-talians over here And the Chinamen from the south; Thinking they can do the work Take the bread from a poor man's mouth. And the American children, they must starve? nd that we'll not agree To be put down like a worm in the ground For to starve a family. From Folk Songs of the Catskills Cazden et al Collected from George Edwards @labor @strike @union filename[ POORFMLY TUNE FILE: POORFMLY CLICK TO PLAY RG APR99 |
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