The Temple Fire
A.W. AUNER , SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER. Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.
The Temple Gire.
The Temple Theatre is burning,
Is the cry that goes through the town—
Its beautiful walls, its fine towers,
In ruin and ashes are down.
But the loss we mourn for most deeply,
Is the death of two firemen bold,
Who crushed under the falling masses,
Were found there lifeless and cold.
The fire-laddy’s lot is full of danger,
Grim death lurks for him every day,
So the city ought to act graceful,
Give “Laddy more generous pay.”
Provide for the widows and orphans,
Look when he’s feeble and old, “shame”
Leave me to private donations,
What the city owes to its name.
A.W. AUNER’S PRINTING ROOMS, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.