Collected by Marvin Wallace Sung by Buck Buttery
For Mary C. Parler Lincoln, Arkansas
Transcribed by Frances Majors August 19, 1958
Reel 281, Item 9
Oh, there’s two little children, a boy and a girl,
Sat down by an old church door;
The little girl's feet were as brown as the curl That fell on the dress that she wore.
The little boy's coat was ragged, hatless his head;
A tear shone in each little eye;
“Why don't you run home to your mama?" I said,
And this was the maiden's reply:
"Mama's in heaven; God took her away,
Left me and Jimmy alone.
We came here to sleep at the close of life's day;
For we have no mama or home.
"We can't earn our bread; we're too little," she said "Jim's five and I'm only seven.
We have no one to love us since papa is dead,
And our darling mama's in heaven.
"Papa was lost out to sea long ago;
We waited all night on the shore;
For he was the life-saving captain, you kniw,
And he never came back any more.
"Mama got sick; angels took her away,
She said, to a home warm and bright.
She said they would come for her darlings some day, And perhaps they are coming tonight."
The sexton came early to ring the church bell;
He found them beneath the snowy white.
The angels made room for two darlings to dwell In heaven with mama that night.
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