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Cold winter is come with its cold chilling breath

And the verdure’s all dropped from the trees

All nature seems touched by the finger of death

And the streams are beginning to freeze

When the hills and the dales are all covered with white

And Flora attends us no more

When you are enjoying a good fire-side

Will you grumble to think on the poor?

When the north wind’s ascending and chilling the ground

And the sportsmen again shooting go

And the happy young lads o’er the rivers can slide

And the icicles hang at your door

When our lips and our fingers are trembling with cold

And the rivers are froze on the shore

When the bright twinkling stars they proclaim the cold night

It’s the time to remember the poor

When the poor harmless hare is tracked to the woods

With his footsteps indented in snow

And the robin red breast he approaches your cot

And in danger the traveler goes

When your minds are annoyed by the wide swelling flood

And the bridges are useful no more

When your bowl warms with something reviving and hot

Will you grumble to think on the poor

Soon a day it will come when our Saviour we’ll see

All nations shall join in one voice

All the world shall unite to salute the sweet 'morn

All the ends of the earth shall rejoice

When grim death’s deprived of his killing sting

And the grave rules triumphant no more

Saints, angels and men hallelujah shall sing

That’s the time to remember the poor

Saints, angels and men hallelujah shall sing

Then the rich must remember the poor

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