Don't Bite the Hand that's Feeding You lyrics

Last night, as I lay a-sleeping

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 o'er the sea

To the land from where you came

Whatever be its 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!

Recall on the day you landed

How I welcomed you to my shore

For you came here empty-handed

And allegiance forever you swore

And I gathered you close to my bosom

And of food and of clothes you got both

So, when in my 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 o'er the sea

To the land from where you came

Whatever be its 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!

• Artist:Henry Burr
• Album:Popular, Sentimental & World War I Songs (Recorded 1913-1926)