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Little Pierre's Song - Poem by William Topaz McGonagall

In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy,
By the bedside of his sick mother her only joy,
Who was called Little Pierre, and who's father was dead;
There he sat poor boy, hungry and crying for bread.

There he sat humming a little song, which was his own,
But to the world it was entirely unknown,
And as he sang the song he felt heartsick,
But he resolved to get Madame Malibran to sing his song in public

Then he paused for a moment and clasped his hands,
And running to the looking-glass before it he stands,
Then he smoothed his yellow curls without delay,
And from a tin box takes a scroll of paper worn and grey.

Then he gave one fond eager glance at his mother,
Trying hard brave boy his grief to smother,
As he gazed on the bed where she lay,
But he resolved to see Madame Malibran without delay.

Then he kissed his mother while she slept,
And stealthily from the house he crept,
And direct to Madame Malibran's house he goes,
Resolved to see her no matter who did him oppose.

And when he reached the door he knocked like a brave gallant
And the door was answered by her lady servant,
Then he told the servant Madame Malibran he wished to see
And the servant said, oh yes, I'll tell her immediately.

Then away the servant goes quite confident,
And told her a little boy wished to see her just one moment
Oh! well, said Madame Malibran, with a smile,
Fetch in the little boy he will divert me a while.

So Little Pierre was broght in with his hat under his arm
And in his hand a scroll of paper, thinking it no harm,
Then walked straight up to Madame Malibran without dread
And said, dear lady my mother is sick and in want of bread.

And I have called to see if you would sing my little song,
At someof your grand concerts, Ah! Say before long,
Or perhaps you could sell it to a publisher for a small sum,
Then I could buy food for my mother and with it would run.

Then Madame Malibran rose from her seat most costly and grand
And took the scroll of paper from Pierre's hand
And hummed his little song, to a plaintive air,
Then said, your song is soul stirring I do declare.

Dear child did you compose the words she asked Pierre,
Oh yes my dear lady just as you see,
Well my dear boy I will sing your song to-night,
And you shall have a seat near me on the right.

Then Pierre, said, Oh! lady I cannot leave my mother,
But my dear boy, as for her you need not bother,
So dear child don't be the least cast down,
And in the meantime here is a crown.

And for your mother you can buy food and medicine,
So run away and be at the concert to-night in time
Then away he ran and bought many little necessary things
And while doing so his little song he hums and sings.

Then home to his poor sick mother he quickly ran,
And told her of his success with Madame Malibran,
Then his mother cried, Oh! Pierre, you are a very good boy,
And to hear of your success my heart is full of joy.

Dear mother, I am going to the concert hall to-night,
To hear Madame Malibran, which will my heart delight,
Oh! well said his mother, God speed you my little man,
I hope you will be delighted to hear Madame Malibran.

So to the concert hall he goes, and found a seat there,
And the lights and flashing of diamonds made him stare,
And caused a joyous smile to play upon his face,
For never had he been in so grand a place.

There the brave boy sat and Madame Malibran came at last
And with his eyes rivetted on her he sared aghast,
And to hear her sing, Oh! how he did long,
And he wondered if the lady would really sing his song.

At last the great singer commenced his little song,
And many a heart was moved and the plaudits loud and long
And as she sang it Pierre clapped his hands for joy.
That he felt as if it were free from the world's annoy.

When the concert was over his heart felt as light as the air
And as for money now he didn't seem to care,
Since the great singer in Europe had sung his little song,
But he hoped that dame fortune would smile on him ere long

The next day he was frightened by a visit from Madame Malibran
And turning to his mother, she said your little boy Madame
Will make a fortune for himself and you before long,
Because I've been offered a large sum for his little song.

And Madame thank God you have such a gifted son,
But dear Madame heavens will must be done,
Then Pierre knelt and prayed that God would the lady bless
For helping them in the time of their distress.

And the memory of Pierre's prayer made the singer do more good
By visiting the poor and giving them clothing and food
And Pierre lightened her last moments ere her soul fled away
And he came to be one of the most talented composers of the day.

Poems About Mother

  1. 1. Little Pierre's Song , William Topaz McGonagall
  2. 2. A Tribute To Mothers On ‘mothers’ Day ‘09’ , Dr John Celes
  3. 3. The Blind Slave Boy , Anonymous Americas
  4. 4. Mid The Piteous Heaps Of Dead , Katharine Tynan
  5. 5. Mother's Day Poem , Gabe Florsheim
  6. 6. A Mother Is A Mother A Mother Is A Friend , Susie Sunshine
  7. 7. A Belated Call , Kazi Nazrul Islam
  8. 8. Mother, You Are Only Mother , dr. ram sharma
  9. 9. The Death-Song , Frances Anne Kemble
  10. 10. Mother, Mother , Frederick Kesner
  11. 11. Mother`s Day.. My Mother... , hazem al jaber
  12. 12. The Cupboard , Robert Graves
  13. 13. I Like My Mother , ART PAUL SCHLOSSER
  14. 14. The Odyssey , Homer
  15. 15. In The Name Of Mother , ramesh rai
  16. 16. Oh! My Mama, Happy Mother's Day! , Julius Babarinsa
  17. 17. My Mother-My Light , gajanan mishra
  18. 18. To My Mother , Narendra Kuppan
  19. 19. Mother... Mother , Tirupathi Chandrupatla
  20. 20. *mother (Two) , Abdul Wahab
  21. 21. Mother , Aftab Alam
  22. 22. (227) Supreme Sacrifice (Oneryu) , premji premji
  23. 23. My Real Goddess , Dr. P. K. Verma
  24. 24. Under The Rose , Christina Georgina Rossetti
  25. 25. Mother Earth , Amelia Cruise
  26. 26. Our Captain's Last Words , Henry Clay Work
  27. 27. Mother, Mother, You Are The Wonder , gajanan mishra
  28. 28. Mother , Amrit Rathi
  29. 29. Mother, Mother, Sweet Mother , gajanan mishra
  30. 30. 25 Things My Mother Taught Me , Howard Kern
  31. 31. On Parting , Khristo Botev
  32. 32. If I Ever Live Again , Tunji Ibrahim
  33. 33. Mother...This Ones' For You... , (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  34. 34. Need , Mahfooz Ali
  35. 35. My Mother , chandra thiagarajan
  36. 36. Mother May I , Erica Francis
  37. 37. What Is A Mother? , Natasha Ligons
  38. 38. More Than Everything Else , Abhipsa Tripathy
  39. 39. My Mother Is , gajanan mishra
  40. 40. Mother , Ahtivah Lawton
  41. 41. Like Mother, Like Daughter -# 2 , MOHAMMAD SKATI
  42. 42. On Mother's Day , Bijay Kant Dubey
  43. 43. The Mother’s Visit , Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
  44. 44. Mothers , Indira Renganathan
  45. 45. Being A Mother Means , Zelda Gerkin
  46. 46. Mother, And Mother , gajanan mishra
  47. 47. Oh, Father! - Feel My Untold Love! (Part.. , Harindhar Reddy
  48. 48. When My Mother Was Away , Mahfooz Ali
  49. 49. What Is It Called Mother? , rajagopal haran
  50. 50. Mother Mother Mother..............! ! ! , Nomula Avinash
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