Out of work without a penny,
Out of heart without a friend,
Seeking one among the many,
With a helping hand to lend,
I have trod the country over,
I have sought the city through
Drive me not away in anger,
For there's nothing now to do
Out of work without a penny,
Pleading help before thy door,
Without friends among the many,
Look with pity on the poor
Out of work without a penny,
Pleading help before thy door,
Without friends among the many,
Look with pity on the poor
Out of work without a penny,
Pleading help before thy door,
Without friends among the many,
Look with pity on the poor
Out of work without a penny,
Pleading help before thy door
Without friends among the many,
Look with pity on the poor

2.

I have babes that watch my coming,
Children crying now for bread;
Of, then chide me not for roaming;
They are waiting to be fed,
In an attic cold and dreary,
They are weeping side by side,
For their sake I grow not weary,
Pray, then, help me to provide.

3.

Must I look in vain for pity
From the hearts on which I call?
Must I starve in this great city,
Where there's food enough for all?
Must I wander sad and lonely,
Like an outcast, day by day?
Give me but thy favor only;
Drive me not, my friends, away.