Name: Poverty
Duration: 2 min 32 s
Channel: Traditional
Description: "Poverty" is a song by Fugli. This is an old Welsh carol played as a fugue on three guitar tracks. The guitar used is over 100 years old.

Poverty

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This is an old Welsh carol played as a fugue on three guitar tracks. The guitar used is over 100 years old.

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Fugli

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I am a pseudo-medieval musician, scribe and artificer. With layered levels of simple instruments, my sounds are often uniquely archaic. While some of my music is entirely original, most of my numbers are my personal arrangements of renaissance and medieval melodies from antiquity. There's much more information to be found about me on my web site at

Song Info

Genre

Classical • Medieval

Charts

Peak #78

Peak in subgenre #8

Author

Traditional

Rights

Arrangement by Fugli

Uploaded

April 26, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:32

Story behind the song

I first sang this song as a child in a production of "A Christmas Carol." It has a haunting melody, and is rarely found among collections of Christmas Carols.

Lyrics

All poor men and humble, all lame men who stumble, come haste ye, nor feel ye afraid. (x2)
for Jesus, our treasure, with love past all measure, in lowly poor manger was laid.
All poor men and humble, all lame men who stumble, come haste ye, nor feel ye afraid.
  
Though wise men who found him laid rich gifts around him, yet oxen they gave him their hay. (x2)
And Jesus in beauty accepted their duty; contented in manger he lay.
Though wise men who found him laid rich gifts around him, yet oxen they gave him their hay.
  
Then haste we to show him the praises we owe him; our service he ne'er can despise. (x2)
Whose love still is able to show us that stable where softly in manger he lies.
Then haste we to show him the praises we owe him; our service he ne'er can despise.

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