Sung by Mrs. Donia Cooper
Reel 287-288, Item 10
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 all ragged and torn,
A tear shone in each little eye.
"Why don't you run home to your mother?" I said,
And this was the maiden's reply:
"Mama's in heaven, they took her away,
Left Jim and me alone.
We came here to sleep at the close of the day,
For we have no mamma, no home.
We can't earn our bread, we're too little," she said, "Jim is five years and I'm only seven.
We have no one to love us since Papa is dead And our darling mamma's in heaven."
"Papa was out to the sea long ago;
We waited all night on the shore;
For he was a life-saving captain, you know,
And he never came back any more.
Then Mamma got sick, angels took her away,
She said to a home warm and bright;
She said she would come for her darlings some day, Perhaps she is coming tonight.
"Perhaps there's no room up in heaven," she said,
"For two little darlings to keep."
She then placed her hand under Jim's little head,
She kissed him, and both fell asleep.
The sexton came early to ring the church bell.
He found them beneath the snow white.
The angels made room for two darlings to dwell,
In heaven with their mother that night.
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