Traditional, 'A Soldier's Boy'

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A Soldier's Boy

The snow was fast a-falling
And the howling winds did roar,
When a homeless child, near frozen,
Came up to a lady's door.

He saw her at the window,
And it filled his heart with joy.
'Take pity on me, lady,
A soldier's homeless boy.

'The snow is fast a-falling,
I perish ere the morn.
Pray shelter me, dear lady,
From this impending storm.

Deny me not, I pray you;
It would rob you of all joy
To find me in the morning
A lifeless little boy.

Traditional