Disgrace no more we will bewail,
That honest poor are sent to jail
Or allowed to beg from door to door,
When they are old, sick and footsore;
They will have retuge on the farm,
Where cold and hunger will not harm.
Disgrace no more we will bewail,
That honest poor are sent to jail
Or allowed to beg from door to door,
When they are old, sick and footsore;
They will have retuge on the farm,
Where cold and hunger will not harm.