LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 121

 

THE LITTLE BEGGARS.

Two beggars are at the door, mamma,
Two beggars are at the door,

A beggar-boy and a beggar-girl,

And the wind is biting, at every whirl,
Their feet all naked and sore.

Oh, hasten and bring them in, mamma,
Oh, hasten and bring them in,
And let them sit by the fire so warm,
For they have been out in the cold, cold storm, |

And their clothes are tattered and thin.
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