While the young and the old
Feel the chill of the blast—
I will tell you about
A poor little lad
Who now, without doubt,
Is smiling and glad.
(His picture.)
Brown and curly his head,
Bright blue was his eye,
His feet bare and red,
While the young and the old
Feel the chill of the blast—
I will tell you about
A poor little lad
Who now, without doubt,
Is smiling and glad.
(His picture.)
Brown and curly his head,
Bright blue was his eye,
His feet bare and red,