Help one another boys; never push a man when he’s going downhill

In this sensation century
Good songs are very few
The words are little cared for. 
If the music it is new; 
And subjects too are nearly done, 
But I have found one still, 
That's "Never push a man because 
He's going down the hill." 

Then help one another, boys,
If fortune on you shine; 
Remember, when you give your mite, 
That Poverty's is no crime 
Though little be the off'ring, boys, 
Give it with good will, 
And never push a man because 
He's going down the hill. 

In this wide world there's many a man, 
With a truly and honest heart. 
To raise his wife and family 
In business makes a start; 
But still his ends don't seem to meet, 
Work which way he will. 
Fate seems to be against him, 
And he's going down the hill.

As we jog along in daily life, 
How many men we find, 
That Poverty's a grievous sin, 
To think they are inclined; 
They meet, in sad adversity. 
Some old friend, Tom or Bill, 
And pass him by disdainfully, 
And push him down the hill.-

If e'er you meet an honest man 
Struggling hard with fate, 
Don't speak words of discouragement, 
Or tell him 'tis too late'
Don't sneer as you pass by him, 
But help him with a will. 
And p'rhaps one day you'll find him 
On the summit of the hill