“Pity the Homeless, or Burnt Out,” by James R. Murray

1.   Pity the homeless, pity the poor, 
     By the fierce Fire fiend forced to your door; 
     List to their pleading, list to their cry, 
     Pass them not heedlessly by,
     Roused from their slumbers, peaceful and sweet, 
     Hastening in terror into the street, 
     Leaving behind them treasure most dear, 
     Flying in anguish and fear...

chorus: 

     Pity the homeless, pity the poor, 
     By the fierce Fire fiend forced to your door; 
     List to their pleading, list to their cry, 
     Pass them not heedlessly by. 

2.   See how the Fire king leaps in his joy! 
     As his dead minions haste to destroy; 
     See how the homes, once peaceful and fair, 
     Wrapped in the flames, melt in air.
     Haste then, and help them, who from their home 
     Shelterless, foodless, wearily roam.
     Pity their anguish, list to their prayers, 
     Lighten their labors and cares.