The snow was fast a falling,

voiceArlene Sherman Fayetteville, Arkansas January 17, 1954 Reel 185 Item 1 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 to a lady's door He saw her in the window so gay, Which filled his heart 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 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 And as I wandered the crowded streets, With many a broken sigh, Little children to their parents go, But neither parents or home have I, When cold and hunger pierced my frame, I set me down and cry; Oh lady gay some pity on me take, I'm a poor little soldier's boy The snow is fast a falling, And the night is coming on, If you don't be a friend to me, I'll perish before the morn; And then you will grieve your mornful heart, With many a broken sigh For to find the next morn lying dead at your door A poor little soldier's boy Coll. by M. C. ParlerFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation