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Posted By: Jim Dixon
31-May-21 - 09:48 PM
Thread Name: Folk songs of disease
Subject: Lyr Add: REMEMBER THE POOR SUFFERERS OF THE SOUTH
My transcription from the sheet music at The Lester S. Levy Sheet Music Collection at Johns Hopkins University:


REMEMBER THE POOR SUFFERERS OF THE SOUTH
Words by Alice Dale. Music by George W. Morgan. ©1878.

1. When the anguished cry burst forth that informed the startled North
That the sunny South was stricken by the plague,
How each tender heart was hushed, as the fearful tidings rushed
O’er the continent, with rumors wild and vague.
From the city and the plain, from the forest’s dark domain,
From plantation, and savanna, rose the cry:
“Let our pray’rs Thy wrath assuage! oh, God! stay the fever’s rage!
Help us! help us, Northern brothers, or we die.”
Then each gen'rous heart and hand thro’out all the startled land
Nobly answer’d to the summons, and each mouth
Join’d with sympathetic zeal in the thrilling grand appeal:
Remember the poor suff’rers of the South!

2. See the ruthless fever king, with his yellow flashing wing,
Waves his demons up from swamp and marshland low;
From bayou and broad lagoon sweeps the terrible monsoon,
Bearing into ev’ry household fear and woe.
Rich and poor, the great and small, lowly cot and lofty hall
Feel the terror of that pestilential breath;
Here the maiden lifeless lies; there the strong man droops and dies.
“Help! oh! help to stop this carnival of death!”
Then from East and North and West was warm sympathy express’d,
And the noble words were pass’d from mouth to mouth.
While the tears dimm’d ev’ry eye, loudly rose the feeling cry:
Remember the poor suff’rers of the South!

3. Ah! alas! the severed ties where each loved one pulseless lies,
And the poor, heart-stricken mourners wail above;
Where the youthful and the old lie together stark and cold,
And the lover by the maiden of his love.
In their hour of woe and grief, swiftly sped the kind relief,
And humanity responded far and wide;
And though many suff’rer’s moans could be heard in grateful tones:
“God will bless you, Northern brothers,” as they died.
Then stay not the helping hand from that sorrow-stricken land;
Let the gen’rous word still pass from mouth to mouth.
In the scenes of busy life, in the hours when joy is rife,
Remember the poor suff’rers of the South!

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lower_Mississippi_Valley_yellow_fever_epidemic_of_1878