The Little Ballad Girl |
Stephen Foster, 1860
Ho! little girl, so dressed with care! With fairy slippers and golden hair! What did I hear you calling so loud, Down in that heartless, motley crowd? Refrain: 'Tis my father's song, And he can't live long; Every one knows that he wrote it; For I've been down at the hotel door, And all the gentlemen bought it. | 2. Ho! little girl, let me light my cigar! Where are you going tonight so far? What are you hiding under your arm? If I burn a sheet, will it do any harm? Refrain:
3. Ho! little girl, what makes you cry? |