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-fallingr, 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. LV oct96
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