The east bound train was crowded
Old cold December day
The conductor he shouted, "tickets",
In his old time fashioned way.
A little girl in sadness
Her hair was bright as gold
She said, "I have no ticket,"
And then a little story told.
"My father he’s in prison
He’s lost his sight, they say;
I’m going for his pardon
This cold December day."
The conductor he could not answer
He could nt make reply
But hanging his gray head sadly
A tear fell from his eye.
He said, "God bless you, dear little one,
Just sit right where you are;
You’ll never need a ticket
While I am on this car."
This song was given to me by Miss Chloe Michael, a xxxxxxx teacher at t
the Boone Demonstration School. She learned it from her father,
Mr. D. C. Michael, of Boone, who is a lover of the old song and who sing
a large number of such ballads.October 1, 1937
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