The Snow was fastly falling And the cold winds loudly roared When a poor little boy half clothed A-stepped up to a rich lady's door He spied her at her window so high Which filled his heart with joy Saying oh for mercy's sake do pity on me take I'm a soldier's poor little boy My mother died when I was four And my father went to the war For many of miles on his knapsack He carried his poor little boy But now he lies in the battlefield And I am ______ no more Yes I am ______ and lonely no more I'm a soldier's poor little boy The lady at the window so high Now opened the door unto him Come in come in my poor little boy You shall never wonder again For My own dear son in a battle was laid My only pride and joy And as long as I live a home will I give To a soldier's poor little boy