Last night, as I lay a sleeping,
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A wonderful dream came to me.
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I saw Uncle Sammy weeping
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For his children from over the sea;
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They had come to him, friendless and starving,
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When from tryrant's oppression they fled,
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But now they abuse and revile him,
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Till at last in just anger he said:
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If you don't like your Uncle Sammy,
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Then go back to your home o'er the sea,
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To the land from where you came,
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Whatever be its name,
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But don't be ungrateful to me!
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If you don't like the stars in Old Glory,
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If you don't like the Red, White and Blue,
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Then don't act like the cur in the story,
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Don't bite the hand that's feeding you!
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You recall the day you landed,
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How I welcomed you to my shore?
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When you came here empty handed,
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And allegiance forever you swore?
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I gathered you close to my bosom,
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Of food and of clothes you got both,
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So, when in trouble, I need you,
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You will have to remember your oath:
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If you don't like your Uncle Sammy,
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Then go back to your home o'er the sea,
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To the land from where you came,
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Whatever be its name,
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But don't be ungrateful to me!
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If you don't like the stars in Old Glory,
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If you don't like the Red, White and Blue,
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Then don't act like the cur in the story,
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Don't bite the hand that's feeding you!
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Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You
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| Judy Garland |
