Don’t Bite The Hand That’s Feeding You

A 1915 march song.
words by Thomas Hoier
music by James Morgan


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

1. 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 tyrant’s oppression they fled
But now they abuse and revile him
Till at last in just anger he said

Chorus
“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!”

2. 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 clothes you got both
So, when in trouble, I need you
You will have to remember your oath


Sung here by Fred Feild: