A coin for my pocket sir
for something to eat?
with no mum and dad
we’re begging on the street.
Not eaten for two days
my little sister and me.
A coin for my pocket sir
for a warm cup of tea?

A coin for my pocket miss
to get shoes for our feet?
We haven’t got a penny
or anywhere to sleep.
Our feet are really sore
without shoes they bleed.
A coin for my pocket miss
for something we need?

Here is the money mum
from begging on the street.
We’ve a lot of coins today
from the fools we meet.
They give us their money
in the old marketplace.
Taking pity on my sister
with her grubby little face.

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