Late one cold and stormy night, I heard a dog a-barking.
Then I thought I heard somebody at my door a-knocking.
I wondered who could be outside in such an awful storm.
And then I saw a little girl with a puppy in her arms.
Before I could say a word, she said, "My name is Sandy.
And this here is my puppy dog, his name is little Andy!"
Standing in the bitter cold in just a ragged a dress,
"Ain't'cha got no gingerbread? Ain't'cha got no candy?
Ain't'cha got an extra bed for me and little Andy?
Patty-cake and baker's man, my mommy ran away again,
and we was all alone and didn't know what else to do
I wonder if you'll let us stay with you?
Giddy-up, Charlie Horse, c'mon, Chicken Li'l, can we stay all night?
If you don't love us, no one will, I promise we won't cry.
London bridge is falling down, my daddy's drunk again in town,
and we was all alone, and didn't know what we could do
we wondered if you'd let us stay with you?"
She was just a little girl, not more than six or seven,
but that night as they slept, the angels took them both to heaven.
God knew little Andy would be lonesome with her gone,
now Sandy and her puppy dog won't ever be alone.
"Ain't'cha got no gingerbread? Ain't'cha got no candy?