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Depression era song, to the tune of "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean".
Words updated by Ruth A. Fox.

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I'm spending my nights in the shelter,
I'm spending my days on the street,
I'm looking for work and I find none,
I wish I had something to eat.

I spent twenty years in the fact'ry,
I stayed home and raised up the kids.
My man beat me one time to often;
I left him and then hit the skids.

I fought in the war for my country,
I went out to bleed and to die;
I thought that my country would help me,
But this is my country's reply:

I fell on my knees down at Welfare;
I swore to be honest and good;
I begged them to renew my benefits;
And now I've received my award.


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