In a Victorian street in London not far from the underground

it was just around the corner, where litter was scattered around

by a row of terraced houses , with graffiti on the wall

stood a ragged little girl clutching a battered broken doll

she held out in front of me a very large chipped cup

"Can you spare a penny Misses.`cause my dollies all broke up

ma`s in the workhouse, pa`s ,gone out to sea

there aint no money left for my dolly an` me ."

with a quiver on her chin and a tear in her eye,

she blinked very hard trying not to cry

I opened up my aching heart, and my purse to see

counting pennies in her cup one.two,and three

she slipped one coin in the pocket of her dress

no one will ever know there`s one penny less

as she skipped away I faintly heard her say

"Ma, and Pa open the door `cause I did well today

my eyes were full of tears for my sorry little host

but the vision of her faded, she was yesterdays ghost .