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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 305
4. She spied him from her window so high,
Threw open unto him her door, Saying, "Come in, you unfortunate little one,
And you never need wander no more. My only son in the army was slain,
My heart's delight and joy, And as long as I live some shelter I'll give
To a soldier's poor little boy."
"A Soldier's Poor Little Boy/' Contributed by Mrs. A. J. Hopkins, of Boonville, Indiana. Warrick County. July 19, 1935.
1. The snow was fast a-falling
And night was coming on, When a poor little boy quite frozen
Came up to a lady's door. And when he saw her standing in her window so high.
It filled his heart with joy, And he said, "For mercy's sake, some pity on me take;
I'm a soldier's poor little boy,
2. "My mother died when I was young;
My father went to the war. He fought through many a battle brave,
And was covered with many a scar. And many a mile on his knapsack
He carried me with joy; But now I am left quite parentless,
A soldier's poor little boy.
3. "The snow is fast a-falling
And night is coming on; If someone don't protect me
I shall perish before it is morn. And then it would grieve your kind heart sore
And rob your heart of joy To find me next morning lying dead at your door,
A soldier's poor little boy."