Don`t Bite the Hand That`s Feeding You — текст песни (Judy Garland)

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!

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 of clothes you got both,
So, when in 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!