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LADY AND THE SAILOR BOY c1870 printed by Forth of Hull

The day was past and the snow fell fast,
The winter's wind did roar,
When a sailor's boy clothed in rags,
Came up to a lady's door,
As the lady sat at the window,
he raised his eyes with joy,
Take pity pray, sweet lady gay,
On a poor sailor's boy.

When my father he was lost at sea,
My mother pined and sigh'd
And ne'er was seen to smile again,
But of a broken heart she died,
Like a ship distress'd at sea,
That wind and waves destroy,
She sunk for ever and left behind,
Her poor sailor boy.

As through the streets I wandering roam,
I oft heave nmany a sigh,
When children run in their parents home
For no home or friends have I,
When hunger gnaws my little heart,
I sit me down and cry,
Then pity take for mercy sake,
On a poor sailor's boy.

Now the snow is fast descending,
And the night is coming on,
Unless you're to me befriending
I'll perish before morn,
Then how 'twould grieve your heart,
And your peace of mind destroy,
To find me dead at your door in the morn
The poor sailor boy.

The lady rush'd from the window,
And open'd the mansion door,
Come in she cried misfortunate child,
You never shall wander more,
my only son was lost at sea,
Who was my earthly joy,
And as long as I live I'll shelter give,
To a poor sailor's boy.

Alternative ending by SG

And when the household were sleeping sound
He tiptoed o'er the floor
He drew the bolts so silently
And opened the mansion door.
His accomplices looked at the silver and gold
And filled their bags with joy,
We'll have a happy Christmas now,
Said the rich little sailor's boy.