I Am a Little Beggar-Girl
I am a little beggar-girl, / My mother she is dead…
I am a little beggar-girl,
My mother she is dead,
My father is a drunkard
And won’t give me no bread.
I look out of the window
To hear the organ play--
God bless my dear mother,
She gone far away.
Ding-dong the castle bells
Bless my poor mother--
Her coffin shall be black,
Six white angels at her back--
Two to watch and two to pray,
And two to carry her soul away.
Where this rhyme comes from
- Printed
- 1916
- Where
- London
We have copied these words exactly as they were printed in 1916, spelling and all. The book marks it as a skipping rhyme.
Douglas: "Not a very cheerful rope-song, you'll say; but our girls love it; you can't think how it makes them laugh."
Source: Norman Douglas, London Street Games (London: The St. Catherine Press, 1916) (public domain).
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