The Poor Little Soldier's Boy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Poor Little Soldier's Boy. 
The snow was fast a falling, And the night was coming on, When a poor little boy, quite frozen, Came up to a lady's door; Her saw her in the window so gay, Which filled his heart with joy; Oh i lady gay, some pity on me take, I'm a poor little soldier's boy-Oh! lady gay, some pity on me take, I'm a poor little soldier's boy. 
My mother died when I was young, And my father he went to the wars; He has fought in many a battle, And he is covered with wounds And scars, For many a mile in his knapsack He has carried me with joy; Oh! lady gay, some pity on me take, I'm a poor little soldier's boy-Oh! lady gay, some pity on me take, I'm a poor little soldier's boy. 
And as I wandered the crowded streets, With many a broken sigh, Little children to their parents go, But neither parents nor home have I; When cold and hunger pierce my frame, I set me down and cry: Oh! lady gay, take pity, I pray, I'm a poor littte soldier's boy-Oh! lady gay, take pity, I pray, I'm a poor little soldier's boy. 
The snow is fast a falling, And the night is coming on; And if you don't be a friend to me I will perish before the morn; And then you will grieve your mournful heart With many a broken sigh. For to find, the next morn, lying dead at your door, A poor little soldier's boy-For to find, the next morn, lying dead at your door, A poor little soldier's boy.