"The Little Ballad Girl"

Ho! little girl let me light my cigar
Where are you going tonight so far
    that you’ve got
What's is all that you [?had]under your arm
    sheet
Can I [?form] a piece  ^will it do any harm

 Tis my fathers song
And He can't live long
Every one knows he wrote it
For I've been down at the hotel door
 And all the gentlemen bought it

Ho little girl so dressed with care
With your fairy slippers and golden hair
What did I hear you calling so loud
Down in that motley heartless crowd
 Tis my fathers song +c.
 And he cant live long
 And every one knows he wrote 
 For I've been down at the 
     hotel door
 And all the gentlemen bought it