Collected by Irene Carlisle
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
Mrs. Rachel Henry
Spring Valley, Arkansas
March 9, 1951
Reel 100, Item 2
The Orphan Girl
"No home, no home," said the orphan girl
At the door of the rich man's hall;
Her dress was thin, her feet was bare,
And the snow had covered her head.
"Oh, give me a home," she fleebly (correct) cried;
"A home and a bite of bread.
"My father's face I never saw,"
And the tears they dimmed her eyes so bright;
"My mother sleeps in a new-made grave;
This the orphan begs tonight."
The night was dark and the snow fell fast;
The rich man shut his door;
His proud face frowned as he scornfullie said,
"No room, no bread for the poor."
"I must freeze, then," said she,
And sank to her knees, and strove
To wrap her feet in her tattered dress,
All covered with snow, yes, covered with snow and sleet.
The rich man slept on his palace bed
And dreamed of his silver and gold;
While the orphan girl had a bed of snow,
And murmured, "So cold, so cold."
The morning a-dawned; the orphan girl was found
At the rich man's door;
But her soul had gone to a home above,
Where there's room and bread for the poor.
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