TeeGee & Gill1941

[granny grump]

Than you so much for your help. I have been googling for hours still unable to get the words - can you tell me what you did to get the info? Please just point me in the right direction

[TeeGee]

Hello Granny Grump, ( I'll bet you're not ! )

I just googled "The Chill November day was done" including quotes and it came back with one reference to
http://rs6.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/r?ammem/ncps: @field(DOCID+@lit(ABR0102-0083- etc. which then led to page 674, the whole poem. And charming it was too.

The poem follows:-

674
A LITTLE GOOSE.
BY ELIZA S. TURNER.

THE chill November day was done,
The working-world home-faring;
The wind came roaring through the streets,
And set the gas-lights flaring.
And hopelessly and aimlessly
The scared old leaves were flying
When, mingled with the soughless wind,
I heard a small voice crying~

And shivering on the corner stood
A child of four or over
No cloak nor hat her small, soft arms
~And wind-blown curls to cover.
Her dimpled face was stained with tears;
Her round blue eyes ran over
She cherished in her wee, cold hand
A bunch of faded clover.

And, one hand round her treasure, while
She slipped in mine the other,
Half-scared, half-confidential, said,
Oh, please, I want my mother.
Tell me your street and number, pet
Dont cry: LII take you to it.
Sobbing she answered, I forget;
The organ made me do it.

He came and played at Millers step;
The monkey took the money;
I followed down the street, because
That monkey was so funny.
Ive walked about a hundred hours
From one street to another
The monkeys gone, Ive spoiled my flowers
Oh, please, I want my mother!

But whats your mothers name, and what
The street? Now think a minute.
My mothers name is Mother Dear;
The streetI cant

[TeeGee]

Continued ......

But whats your mothers name, and what
The street? Now think a minute.
My mothers name is Mother Dear;
The streetI cant begin it.
But what is strange about the house,
Or new, not like the others?
I guess you mean my trundle-bed,
Mine and my little brothers.

Oh, dear, I ought to be at home
To help him say his prayers
Hes such a baby, he forgets;
And we are bcth such players;
And theres a barbetween, to keep
From pitching on each other,
For Harry rolls when hes asleep
Oh, dear, I want my mother!

The sky grew stormy, people passed
All muffled, homeward farina
Youll have to spend the night with me,
I said at last, despairing.
I tied a kerchief round her neck,
What ribbons this, my blossom?
Why, dont you know? she smiling said,
And drew it from her bosom.

A card, with number, street, and name ~
My eyes astonished met it
For, said the little one, you see
I might sometime forget it;
A LITTLE GOOSE.THE VANISHERS.

And so I wear a little thing
That tells you all about it
For mother says shes very sure
I would get lost without it.

Have fun GG and I hope it brings back happy memories.

[granny grump]

TeeGee you are so kind - I didn't expect you to send it all to me I would have found it with a little guidance but thank youx

[Gill1941]

I have only just come on line and seen your message, granny grump. I did the same as TeeGee and got the same result. He/she has very kindly given you all the information now so good luck on any more you want.
It is always advisable to use quotation marks when asking Google for any quote.

[TeeGee]

I'm a happy Grandpa !

[granny grump]

Hi TeeGee - tried to follow your link and all I got was
'The Library of Congress - American memory'

Never mind - thanks to your help I have got the poem and I've sent it on to my sister - just waiting for her response

[granny grump]

thank you Gill1941 and again to you Gramps

[TeeGee]

Sorry Granny Grumps,

I missed off the last bit,

http://rs6.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/r?ammem/ncps: @field(DOCID+@lit(ABR0102-0083-15))::

[granny grump]

Thank you TeeGee I'd thought that I'd done it wrong