Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You

Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You - Walter van Brundt/The Peerless Quartet

Last night as I lay asleeping

A wonderful dream came to me

I saw Uncle Sammy weeping

For his children from over the sea

They had come to him

Friendless and starving

When from tryrant's oppression they fled

But now they abuse and revile him

Till at last in just anger he said

If you don't like your Uncle Sammy

Then go back to your home over the sea

To the land from where you came

Whatever be it's name

But don't be ungrateful to me

If you don't like the stars in Old Glory

If you don't like the Red

White and Blue

Then don't act like the cur in the story

Don't bite the hand that's feeding you

You recall the day you landed

How I welcomed you to my shore

When you came here empty handed

And allegiance forever you swore

I gathered you close to my bosom

Of food and of clothes you got both

So when in trouble

I need you

You will have to remember your oath

If you don't like your Uncle Sammy

Then go back to your home over the sea

To the land from where you came

Whatever be it's name

But don't be ungrateful to me

If you don't like the stars in Old Glory

If you don't like the Red

White and Blue

Then don't act like the cur in the story

Don't bite the hand that's feeding you