Will he help the suppliant, will he e’er forgive?
Oh! hearken to his words as he replies:
Chorus.
“I once was poor and struggling, you were honored in the land,
I once was nearly starving, you had riches at command,
I went to you so humbly, and I asked a helping hand,
In my face you closed your door, oh, brother mine!
Now I am rich and you are poor, shall I revengeful be?
No! for the sake of old times when we prayed at mother’s knee,
You’re still my brother, I’ll forgive, share my prosperity,