Mountain Home, Ark
Collected from: Norma Wood December 1963
Collected by: Carolyn food
Reel 435, Item 16
Put My Little Shoes Away
Mother, dear Come bathe my forehead,
For I'm growing very weak;
Let one drop of water, mother Fall upon my burning cheek,
Tell my loving little playmates That I never more will play,
Give them all my toys but Mother Put my little shoes away.
I am going to leave you mother,
So remember what I say.
Oh! do it, won't you? Please, Mother Put my little shoes away.
Santa Claus he brought them tome With alot of other things And I think he brought an angel With a pair of golden wings.
Mother I will be an angel In perhaps another day,
So you will, then, dearest mother,
Put my little shoes away.
Soon the baby will be older They will fit his little feet,
Oh ! he'll look so nice and cunning,
When walks along the street.
Now I'm getting tired mother Soon I'll say to all goodbye Please remember what I tell you,
Put my little shoes away
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