Cat. #0645 (MFH #26) - As sung by Reba Dearmore, Mountain Home, Arkansas on January 7, 1969
VERSE 1
Th snow was fastly falling
An' th cold north wind it did blow
A poor little boy, half frozen
Stepped up to a rich ladies door
He spied her at the window, so high
An' it filled his heart with joy
Saying, O, for mercy sake
Please pity on me take
I'm a soldiers poor little boy
My Mother died when I was young
An' Father went to th war
Many a mile on 'is knapsack
Heh's carried his poor little boy
VERSE 2
Th lady at th window, so high
Said, I'll open th door unto him
Come in, come in, you poor little boy
An' you never shall wander again
My own dear son, on th battlefield lies
My only pride and joy
And as long as I live
A home will I give
To a soldiers poor little boy