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296 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
4. The night was dark and the snow fell fast As the rich man closed his door, And his proud lips curled with scorn as he said, "No bread, no room for the poor."1 The morning dawned, but the orphan girl Still lay at the rich man's door, And her soul had fled to that home above Where there's bread and room for the poor. |
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"The Orphan Girl." Contributed by Mrs. G. W. Smith, of Oakland City, Indiana. July 12, 1935. Five stanzas. With music.
THE ORPHAN GIRL |
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