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Time to Remember the Poor / The Snow Is on the Ground

[ Roud 1121 ; Ballad Index Wa161 ; Bodleian Roud 1121 ; Wiltshire 485 ; DT RMMBPOOR ; Mudcat 66058 ; trad.]

Frank and Anne Warner collected The Snow Is on the Ground from Eleanor Tizzett in 1951. Their son Jeff Warner sang The Snow Is on the Ground in 2005 on his CD Jolly Tinker. This track was also included in 2006 on the Free Reed anthology Midwinter. Jeff Warner noted:

This is another song from the repertoire of Eleazar Tillett [collected on the Outer Banks of North Carolina in 1941]. I have found the song (without music) in the 1853 edition of the Forget Me Not Songster. Though Eleazar’s tune is different, the song was also collected in Lincolnshire and Yorkshire, England, in the early 1900s.

Waterson:Carthy sang the Yorkshire version of this song, Time to Remember the Poor, on their 2006 album Holy Heathens and the Old Green Man. Martin Carthy commented:

Mr Lolley’s a name which crops up time and again in the correspondence of the Yorkshire collector Frank Kidson as a conduit and it is he who sent him Time to Remember the Poor. Clearly it’s an Art Song, but it is in no way out of place in his or any collection: what we have is a good piece of songwriting and a well timed piece of comment.

GreenMatthews sang Time to Remember the Poor on their 2011 CD A Victorian Christmas.

Alice Jones and Bryony Griffith sang Time to Remember the Poor on their 2023 album of winter songs and tunes from Yorkshire, Wesselbobs. They noted:

Alice found this song printed in Frank Kidson’s 1891 publication Traditional Tunes. The song tune and words were noted down by Kidson’s long-standing song collecting collaborator Charles Lolley who was from Howden in East Yorkshire. It was a popular parlour song of the Victorian era and it exists in broadside form published by many different printers in the early – mid 1800s.

Lyrics

Jeff Warner sings The Snow Is on the Ground

Cold winter is come with its keen cutting breath,
And the birds is all dropped from the trees.
All nature seems touched at the finger of death,
And the streams are beginning to freeze.
When the hills and the dales are all covered in white
And Flora attends us no more,
When you sit by your fireside, reviving and hot,
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 bridges are useful no more.
When the lakes are all froze with winter’s cold breath,
And the rivers congeals to the shore,
When your bowl smokes with something reviving and hot,
It is time to remember the poor.

When the poor harmless hare, he is tracked to the woods
With his footsteps all dandied in snow,
And the robin red breast he approaches your cot,
And the icicles hang at the door.
𝄆 But the time it will come when our Saviour we’ll see,
And the grave is triumphant no more,
All the saints and the angels hallelujah shall sing,
And the rich will remember the poor. 𝄇

Waterson:Carthy sing Time to Remember the Poor

Cold winter is come, with its cold chilling breath
And the leaves are all gone from the trees.
And all seems touched by the finger of death
And the streams are beginning to freeze.
When the young wanton lads o’er the river slide,
When Flora attends us no more,
When in plenty you are sitting by a warm fireside:
That’s the time to remember the poor.

The cold feather’d snow will in plenty descend
And whiten the prospects around.
The keen cutting wind from the North will attend
And cover it over the ground.
When the hills and the dales are all candied with white
And the rivers are froze on the shore,
When the bright twinkling stars they proclaim the cold night:
That’s the time to remember the poor.

The poor timid hare through the woods may be traced
With the footsteps indented in the snow,
When our lips and our fingers are dangling with cold
And the marksman a-shooting does go.
When the poor Robin Redbreast approaches your cot
And the icicles hang at the door,
And when your bowl smokes reviving and hot:
That’s the time to remember the poor.

The thaw shall ensue and the waters increase
And the rivers vehemently grow;
The fish from oblivion obtains its release
And in danger the travellers go.
When your minds are annoyed by the wide swelling flood
And your bridges are useful no more;
When in plenty you enjoy everything that is good
Do you grumble to think of the poor?

The time will come when our Saviour on Earth
All world shall agree with one voice.
All nations unite to salute the blest morn
And the whole of the Earth shall rejoice.
When grim death deprived of its killing sting
And the grave rules triumphant no more
Saints, angels and men Hallelujah shall sing
Then the rich must remember the poor.