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4. Another hour and the snow still fell And the rich man closed his door
And his proud lips curled as he scornfully said: "No home, no bread for the poor."
5. "I must freeze," she said as she sank on the steps And strove to cover her feet
With her tattered clothes all covered with snow, Yes, covered with snow and sleet.
6. Another hour and the midnight storm Rolled on like a funerell.
The earth seemed wrapped in a winding sheet And the drapes of snow still fell.
7. The rich man slept on his velvet bed And dreamed of his silver and gold While the orphant lies on her bed of snow And murmurs, "So cold, so cold."
8. The morning dawned and the little girl Still lay at the rich man's door,
But her soul had fled to that home above Where there's room and bread for the poor.
This Song Ballad wrote by D. B. Lawson for M. J. Lawsony Aug. ijth, 18So. Daniel Brownlow Lawson was the father of Martha J. Lawson (Le-quire) and Leannah Lawson (Spangler), and a great-uncle of John W. Oliver. — John Oliver's Note. |
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Obtained from Mrs. C. L. Franklin, Crossnore, Avery County, North Carolina, February, 1930.
This version is identical with the version on p. 27 of Bradley Kincaid's Favorite Old Time Songs and Mountain Ballads and also with Sandburg's version B9 p. 319. |
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