Collected by John Cuffman
Sung by Mrs. Margaret Jones Fayetteville, Arkansas December 14, 1958
and Mike Caldwell For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by John Cuffman
and Mike Caldwell
Reel 294, Item 6
No Room for the Poor
For a crust of bread a poor little girl knocked at a rich man's door.
"No room, no room," the rich man cried "No room or bread for the poor,"
Go find a bed in a pauper's home." and the rich man closed his door.
He feasted well and he laid him down All safe from the tempest's roar.
No heed, no heed for the driven snow,
No heed nor care for the poor.
When the storm was spent, he opened his door To a world that was still and white No more, no more, would his heart be free From the thought of a piteous sight.
The poor little girl in a soft white mound Was still at the rich man's door.
In her bed of snow she rested well all safe from the tempest's roar.
But her soul had fled to a home on high where there's room and bread for the poor.
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