Soldiers Poor Little Boy

Cat. #0645 (MFH #26) - As sung by Reba Dearmore, Mountain Home, Arkansas on January 7, 1969

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VERSE 1Th snow was fastly fallingAn' th cold north wind it did blowA poor little boy, half frozenStepped up to a rich ladies doorHe spied her at the window, so highAn' it filled his heart with joySaying, O, for mercy sakePlease pity on me takeI'm a soldiers poor little boyMy Mother died when I was youngAn' Father went to th warMany a mile on 'is knapsackHeh's carried his poor little boyVERSE 2Th lady at th window, so highSaid, I'll open th door unto himCome in, come in, you poor little boyAn' you never shall wander againMy own dear son, on th battlefield liesMy only pride and joyAnd as long as I liveA home will I giveTo a soldiers poor little boy