Increase of Crime
A.W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.
Increase of Crime.
I’ve been thinking of late I’ve been thinking,
My thoughts I can scarcely divine,
I’ve been thinking why people should wonder,
At our Union’s great increase in crime.
Cries good Uncle Sam, it’s a poser,
It’s something I can’t understand,
I would fork out a trifle to know, sir,
Why crime should increase in our land.
We have peace, we have plenty of gold, sir,
Our banks are as full as can hold, sir,
We could buy the whole world, I am told, sir,
But still there’s an increase in crime.
It’s quite true what you say, Uncle Sam, sir,
We have riches in heaps stowed away,
Mouldy with age and mildew, sir,
Guarded by night and by day.
Like the ill-manner’d dog in the manger,
Your gold to yourself you confine,
When a little would make a great change, sir,
In this terrible increase in crime.
For expenses you don’t care a jot, sir,
Politicians you feed a whole lot, sir,
While the poor man with hunger may rot, sir.
Uncle Sam, can you wonder at crime.
I am sure you will own Uncle Sam, sir,
Temptation is hard to resist,
Just look at our poor needle girl, sir,
Trying her best to exist.
Can you wonder at her prostitution,
When blood-sucking forms barely give
Enough to keep off destitution,
A girl tho’ she’s poor she must live.
There’s our poor working girl, God defend her,
With feelings as keen and as tender,
As your proud city lady, remember,
Uncle Sam, can you wonder at crime?
Just think while yen’re drinking your wine, sir,
How the poor of our nation are fed,
While you with your rich folks can dine, sir,
‘Tis a Godsend for them to get bread.
Just visit the homes of the poor, sir,
Such a sight you will rarely behold,
The fever dens go and explore, sir,
And scatter your hoardings of gold.
When a little would soon burst asunder,
The chain that the poor suffer under,
Go and list to that great pang called hunger,
And never more wonder at crime.