The Beggar Girl

The Beggar Girl
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Over the mountain and over the moor
Barefoot and cold I wander forlorn
My father is dead and my mother Is poor
She weeps o’er the days that will never return

Chorus:
Pity, kind gentlemen, friends of humanity,
Keen blows the wind and the night 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, a beggar, and bold

Fain would I learn how to knit and to sew
I have two brothers, and when they are old enough
They shall work hard for the gifts you bestow

Chorus