The little Beggar Girl.

There’s a poor beggar going by,

I see her looking in;

She’s just about as big as I,

Only so very thin.

She has no shoes upon her feet,

She is so very poor;

And hardly any thing to eat:

I pity her, I’m sure.

But I have got nice clothes, you know,

And meat, and bread, and fire;

And you, mamma, that love me so,

And all that I desire.

If I were forced to stroll so far,

Oh dear, what should I do!

I wish she had a dear mamma,

Just such a one as you.

Here, little girl, come back again,

And hold your ragged hat,

For I will put a penny in;

So buy some bread with that.