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Thomas Phillips Thompson

"The Bitter Cry" (karaoke)

"The Bitter Cry" (sheet music)


From dawn to dark we toil

To earn wealth for others.

The men who reap the spoil

Forget we're their brothers

For Mammon each impulse

Of sympathy smothers.

 

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the downtrodden poor!

The bitter cry, the bitter cry,

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the heart-broken poor.

 

'Mid Nature's lavish store,

We famish and shiver.

Some tempted evermore

To cross the dark river.

And vainly we cry:

"Is there none to deliver?"

 

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the downtrodden poor!

The bitter cry, the bitter cry,

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the heart-broken poor.

 

You hold the bounties tight

With which Heaven supplied us,

And when we ask our right,

You scorn and deride us.

The free air of Heaven

Is even denied us.

 

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the downtrodden poor!

The bitter cry, the bitter cry,

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the heart-broken poor.

 

'Tis sounding  through the earth

To justice appealing;

Oppressors who from birth

Have stifled all feeling

Will quake when the thunder

Of battle is pealing.

 

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the downtrodden poor!

The bitter cry, the bitter cry,

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the heart-broken poor.

 

When millions hopeless pine

In dread of starvation,

You lay a powder mine

In the heart of the nation

To blow to perdition

Your civilization.

 

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the downtrodden poor!

The bitter cry, the bitter cry,

Oh, heed the bitter cry

Of the heart-broken poor.


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