GIVE WHAT YOU CAN TO THOSE IN DISTRESS
 
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Some very true sayings I've heard in my time
And some I believe to be lies
While the poor man is feasting on pudding and cake
The rich man is starving on pies
I'll sing of the poor working girl in my song
Who can't afford silk dresses to buy
For her socks they are busted, her clothes are in pawn
To get money her eye-brows to dye.

Chorus: So give what you can to those in distress
Let it but a crust or a penny
For remember you've whiskers and moustache as well
While the poor working girl hasn't any.


As you walk through the business like part of the town
These young girls you'll meet on the way
Wearing their cheek out by day and by night
And striving to make the thing pay
Is it right that the poor in their coaches should ride
While the rich have their living to seek
Three cheers for the man who has twenty-six kids
And keeps them on ten bob a week.

Chorus: So give what you can to those that's undressed
Let it but a crust or a penny
Remember your mouth is chock full of false teeth
While the newly born babe hasn't any.


The poor every year to the sea-side will go
For the good of their health is a proof
They smoke their cigars and go bathing in silks
While the rich have to sleep on the roof
He sees them spend free for their coffee and tea
And often it does turn his brain
To see himself drinking water because he is rich
While the poor man is drinking champagne.

Chorus: So give what you can to those with too much
Let it but a crust or a penny
Remember the rich have no corns on their feet
While the poor working man has too many.


The boot black who stands on the corner each day
While thousands roll in at his feet
Will turn up his nose at the poor millionaire
And scorn at the rich in the street
The factory girl too wears her gold watch and chain
And large diamond rings on each hand
While the Lord Mayor's son has no shirt on his back
It's a thing that I can't understand.

Chorus: So remember my sayings when you are dead drunk
And counting your pounds by the penny
Don't forget you have whiskers and moustache as well
While the poor working girl hasn't any.
 
 
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Written and performed by G.W. Hunter (1851-1936) - 1884
 
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