TRUE FRIENDS OF THE POOR
 
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Now give me a man who's proved he's a man
No matter his rank or his birth
In life's path there's weeds... not many good deeds
By which we can judge a man's worth
He may wear a crown a bright silken gown
And never want gold you are sure
But still you will find he thinks of mankind
And never turns one from the door.

Chorus: And such a man as that was Lord Shatfsbury
Who's name and fame will live for evermore
A good and noble man was Lord Shaftsbury
An honest and true friend of the poor.


A man like a friend of his hand will extend
And help a poor brother in need
Without thought of gain to me it is plain
He's really a true friend indeed
He don't want applause for by nature's laws
We each should do good when we can
And with a good heart each should play a part
And help if we can a poor man.

Chorus: And such a man as that was Sir Montefiore
Who's name and fame will live for evermore
A good and noble man was Sir Montefiore
An honest and true friend of the poor.


A man that is wise will never despise
Another poor fellow that's down
But help him he will up life's rugged hill
And sometimes to gain great renown
A man I will name who won wealth and fame
And left all his wealth to the poor
And gave like them all to that land of rest
But who'll live in our hearts evermore.

Chorus: And such a man as that was George Peabody
Who's name and fame will live for evermore
A good and noble man was George Peabody
An honest and true friend of the poor.
 
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Written and composed by T.S. Londsale - 1889
 
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