Oh! remember the poor when your fortune is sure, And acre to acre you join; Oh! remember the poor, though but slender your store, And you ne'er can go gallant and fine. Oh! remember the poor when they cry at your door In the raging rain and blast; Call them in! Cheer them up with the bite and the sup, Till they leave you their blessing at last. The red fox has his lair, and each bird of the air. With the night settles warm in his nest, But the King Who laid down His celestial crown For our sakes, He had nowhere to rest. Oh, the poor were forgot till their pitiful lot He bowed himself to endure; If your souls ye would make, for His Heavenly sake, Oh! remember, remember the poor.
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Remember the poor", op. 76 no. 10, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 10, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
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