Urban+Problems+Mallorie+and+Megan's+Song

http://www.schooltube.com/video/34989/Alone-Again--Urban-Problems-in-19th-Centutry-United-States

-poor people lived in tenements -tenements are poorly built houses -unsanitary conditions -diseases spread easily -cities lacked clean water -no public health regulations -no sanitary way to dispose of garbage, or human waste -poor immigrants at most risk -1832 and 1849 there were cholera epidemics in NYC -epidemics hit Irish immigrants pretty hard -criminal activity -no permanent police forces in most cities including New York, Boston, and Philadelphia -volunteer night watches provided inadequate protection -poor fire protection -volunteer fire companies used hand-pumps and buckets to put out fires -separated by ethnicity -crowded, most americans lived in urban areas -government did little to nothing about the problems -Industrial Revolution -Farming to Factories caused increase of population in urban areas

Song To the tune of Stop and Stare by One Republic

**"All Alone"**

(mal) I hear the yelling, oh here we go again I hide beneath my bed, waiting for it to end Got no protection, except the crumbling walls There's no police to help, no one to stop the tears My house aint the only thing... Fall'n apart, my hope is to Government they watch us suffer... They don't do a thing

(both) All alone Why do I have to face this on my own Everything I've gone through, no one knows Disease and heartache's killing me //oh// All alone In this crowded place i have no home And I can't stand the violence at my door But no one seems to care bout me Oh, that's the life that I lead

(meg) I see the flaming house, as it burns to the ground I hear their tortured cries, some people try to help... Bringing buckets to the house No equipment that will help See the faces slowly burn See them in my dreams...

(both) All alone Why do I have to face this on my own Everything I've gone through, no one knows Disease and heartache's killing me oh All alone In this crowded place i have no home And I can't stand the violence at my door But no one seems to care bout me Oh, (mal)it's killing me

oo-oo-oo

(3-8 counts, 2 beats)

(meg) Killing me, killing me...

(both) All this change It's causing such heartache and so much pain Farming to Fact'ries it's just not the same This revolution's killing me Oh, that's the life that I lead