Here you will find the Poem Hattie House of poet Julia A Moore
Air -- "Lily Dale" Come all kind friends, wherever you may be, Come listen to what I say, It's of a little girl that was pleasant to see, And she died while out doors at play. CHORUS: Oh! Hattie, dear Hattie, Sweet little Hattie House -- May the flowers ever bloom o'er the little tomb, Of our loved one, Hattie House. She had blue eyes and light flaxen hair, Her little heart was light and gay, She said to her mother, that morning fair, "Mother, can I go out and play?" Her mother tied her bonnet on, Not thinking it would be the last She would ever see her dear little one In this world, little Hattie House. She left the house, this dear little girl, On that bright and pleasant day -- She went to play with two little girls That were near about her age. She was not gone but a little while When they heard her playmates call -- Her friends hastened there to save the child, Alas, she was dead and gone. Those little girls will not forget The day little Hattie died, For she was with them when she fell in a fit, While playing by their side. She was her parents'only child, And her age was near six years, And now she has left them for a while -- Left all her friends in tears. She has left this world of grief and woe, Dear friends, she has left behind -- She is waiting on the other shore, To meet them bye and bye. One fine morning, the fifth of July, The summer flowers were in bloom, Eighteen seventy-one, little Hattie died, And is sleeping in her tomb.