We are merry missionaries,
Don’t you see?
And we give our shining pennies,
Give them free.
Don’t you hear the pennies dropping?
Dropping, dropping, dropping, dropping,
Never seem to think of stopping,
Hear them fall.
We’re so sorry heathen people
All about the gentle Jesus,
Kind and true.
Pennies help to tell the story
How the loving, tender Savior
Died for them.
Now we’re coming down among you
With our cup,
And we hope that you will kindly
Fill it up.
You big people might give dollars,
We should say,
If you can’t give something smaller,