Here's my family version of at least 4 generations

Early pearly snow on the ground,
The wind was bitter and cold,
When a poor little beggar boy came rolling up,
Up to a rich man's door.

The lady she sat in her window so high,
And loudly she did call,
Come in, come in, you por little boy,
And you shall have a warm.

Spoken...And this is the story he told...

(tune No place like home)
I am a little beggar boy,
my mother she is dead,
my father is a drunkard
And will not give me bread.

I sit beside the window
To hear the organ play,
God bless my dear old mother
Who's dead and far away.

If anyone knows the origin of the second part I'd be obliged?