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Two little children, a girl and a boy |
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Stood by an old church door |
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The little girls feet were as brown as the curls |
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That hung upon the dress that she wore |
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The little boy's coat was all tattered and torn |
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And tears hung in his blue eyes |
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Why Don't you go home to your mother I said |
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And this was the maiden's reply |
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Mama's in Heaven, Angels took her away |
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She is gone to that land fair and bright |
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She said she would come for her darlings some day |
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Perhaps she will come tonight |
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We can't earn our bread, we're too little, she said |
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Jim's five and I'm only seven |
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We can't earn our living since Papa is dead |
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And our darling Mama's in heaven |
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Papa got drowned on the sea long ago |
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We waited all night by the shore |
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For he was a lifesaving captain you know |
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And he never came back anymore |
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Perhaps, there's no room up in Heaven, she said |
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For two little darlings to keep |
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She then placed her hand under Jims little head |
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She kissed him, and both fell asleep |
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The sexton came early to ring the church bell |
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And found them beneath the snow white |
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The angels made room for two orphans to dwell |
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In heaven with Mama that night |