Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
Mrs. Opal Donahue
Sept. 12, 1950
Reel 74, Item 4
The Orphan Girl
No home, no home, an orphan girl cried,
At the door of a princely hall,
As she trembling stood on the polished steps
And leaned on the marble wall.
Her clothes was torn and her feet was bare,
And the snow had covered her head,
Oh, give me a home, she feebly cried,
A home and a piece of bread.
My father, alas, I never knew,
Tears dimmed her eyes so bright,
My mother sleeps in a new-made grave,
'Tis an orphant who begs tonight.
I must freeze, she cried, as she sank on the steps,
And strove to cover her feet,
With a ragged garment covered with snow,
Yes, covered with snow and sleet.
The rich man lie on his velvet couch,
And dreams of his silver and gold,
While the orphant girl in her bed of snow,
Was a-murmurin', so cold, so cold.
The morning dawned but the orphant girl
Still lie at the rich man's door,
And her soul had fled to the home above
Where there's bread and room for the poor.
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