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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 295
5. The night wore on and the midnight came,
And the drifting snow still fell; The earth seemed wrapped in a winding sheet That came like a funeral knell.
6. The night wore on and the morning came;
She lay at the rich man's door. Her soul had fled to that realm above
Where there's home and bread for the poor.
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"The Orphan Girl." From a MS collection in the possession of Dr. Claude Lomax, of Dale, Indiana.
1. "No home, no home," an orphan girl cried
At the door of a princely hall,
As she trembling stood on the polished steps
And leaned on the marble wTall.
Her clothes were torn and her head was bare,
And she tried to cover her feet
With her dress that was tattered and covered with
snow, Yes, covered with snow and sleet.
2. Her dress was thin and her feet were bare, And the snow had covered her head.
"0 give me a homef" she feebly cried, "A home and a piece of bread.
My father, alas, I never knew,"
Tears dimmed the eyes so bright, "My mother sleeps in a new-made grave;
'T is an orphan that begs tonight.
3. "I must freeze!" she cried as she sank on the steps,
And strove to cover her feet
With her ragged garments covered with snow.
Yes, covered with snow and sleet.
The rich man lay on his velvet couch
And dreamed of his silver and gold,
While the orphan girl in her bed of snow
Was murmuring, "So cold, so cold" |
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