Five Excellent New Songs (Stirling)/The Beggar Girl
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THE BEGGAR GIRL.
Over the mountain and over the moor,
Hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn;
My father is dead and my mother is poor,
And she grieves for the days that will never return
Pity, kind gentlemen, friends of humanity;
Cold blows the wind, and the night's coming on;
Give me some food for my mother in charity
Give me some food, and then I'll be gone.
Hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn;
My father is dead and my mother is poor,
And she grieves for the days that will never return
Pity, kind gentlemen, friends of humanity;
Cold blows the wind, and the night's coming on;
Give me some food for my mother in charity
Give me some food, and then I'll be gone.
Call me not lazy back beggar, and bold enough;
Fain would I learn both to knit and to sew;
I've two little brothers at home,—when they're old enough,
They will work hard for the gifts you bestow.
Pity kind gentlemen, &c.
Fain would I learn both to knit and to sew;
I've two little brothers at home,—when they're old enough,
They will work hard for the gifts you bestow.
Pity kind gentlemen, &c.
O think, while you revel so careless and free,
Secure from all harm, both well clothed and fed
Should fortune so change it, how hard it would be,
To beg at a door for a morsel of bread.
Pity, kind gentlemen, &c.
Secure from all harm, both well clothed and fed
Should fortune so change it, how hard it would be,
To beg at a door for a morsel of bread.
Pity, kind gentlemen, &c.