Well, ye see, I'd sold my papers, Every bloomin' blessed one, And was strollin' round the corner. Just a prospectin' for fun, I was loafin' by the railin' Of that church you see right there, With its crosses and its towers, Kind of settin' off the square, And I got a sort of lonesome, For the gang, they weren't around, When I heard a noise of music, Seemed like comin' from the ground. It was nothin' but some singin', But it sounded mighty fine, Course, I ain't no judge of them things, An' it's no affair o' mine. Then it seemed to kind o' weaken, And I didn't hear it plain, Till the band struck up a whoopin' An' heerd it all again. Well there seemed to be a show there, That I thought I'd like to see, An' there was so many a goin' I jest says--I'll bet it's free. So I looks around the corner, An' I makes a careful search, For I knew the kids'd guy me, If they heerd I'd been to Church. Well, there warn't a soul a-lookin', So I up an' walks right in, An' I sat down in a corner, While they finished up their hymn. Well, sir! blow me if I ever Was so taken aback! There was marchin' up the aisle A gang of kids in white an' black. They was singin' just like angels, An' they looked so slick and nice, I wondered where they got 'em-- Were they always kept on ice? An' they wore a long black cloak, sir; Comin' to their very feet, An' an overall of white stuff, Just like what's in a sheet. Then some men came on behind them, Singing loudly as they came, But although the kids was weaker, They got there all the same. Then behind the whole percession, Came two men, most all in white, An' they wore some fancy biziness, An' they looked jest out o' sight, But they didn't do no singin', Just kept still an' looked ahead, An' says I'll bet they're runnin' All the show, that's what I said. Then they all got up in front there, An' the music sounded grand, But to save my neck I couldn't, Get a sight, sir, of the band. I could hear it as distinctly, So I guessed it must be near, But I saw no men, nor nothin', An' I thought it very queer. Well, a man was standin' near me, An' I touched him with my hand, Then he looked around and saw me, An' sez I: "Say, where's the band?" Then he looked at me a grinin', Just as tho' I'd made a joke, That 'ere look he gave me, Made me sorry that I'd spoke. Then he says: "Why, that's the organ; All those pipes you see up there, One man plays it with his fingers, An' another pumps the air." Here the music stopped so sudden, That I most forgot myself, An' I heerd some man a talkin' From a book laid on a shelf. Then they all got up and read some, First the man, then the crowd, After that they knelt down softly, An' I seed their heads were bowed. So I bowed my head down too, sir; An' listens to every word, But I didn't understand them, Every time they said, "Good Lord!" Well they kept that up some longer, Till a plate came down the aisle, An' some people dropped in money, Some others dropped a smile. I suppose they'd come on passes, For they were allowed to stay, So I gave them my four pennies, It was all I had that day. Then a kid got up in front there, With a paper in his hand, All the rest was sittin' quiet, An' the man tuned up the band. Well, that kid began a singin' Till I thought my heart 'ud break, For my throat was full of choking, An' my hands began to shake. Well, I never seen no angels, An' their songs I never heard, But I'll bet that there's no angel, Beats that kid--for he's a bird. He was lookin' like a picture, With his robes of white and black, An' I felt my tears a comin', For I couldn't keep 'em back; An' I wondered if he always Was as good as he looked there, Singin' all about the angels, Angels ever bright an' fair, Well thinks I, guess it's easy, To be good and sing so sweet, But you know it's kind o' different, Sellin' papers on the street. When the kid got thro' his singin' I got up an' made a sneak, An' I went outside the church there, An' I swear I couldn't speak. Then I ran across the gang, sir; They was hangin' round for me, But some how I didn't want 'em, An' just why, I couldn't see. So I said I couldn't join 'em Cos I had another date, An' I went on walking homeward, Like a kid without a mate. An' I sneaked in just as quiet, An' I lay down on my bed Till I slept an' got a dreamin' 'Bout the angels overhead. An' they wore such shinin' garments, An' they sang so sweet and fine, An' the one right in the middle Was that singin' kid of mine. Now I kinder want to know, sir-- So I'm askin', you see-- If them kids can all be angels, Is there any show for me?