VERSE 1
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
CHORUS:
You will do this, won't you Mother,
Put my little shoes away
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 2
Santa Claus gave them to me
With a lot of other things
And I think he brought our baby
With a pair of golden wings
Soon our baby will be larger,
Then they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so happy, Mother
When he walks down the street
VERSE 3
Mother, I will be an angel
By perhaps another day
So, remember what I tell you
Put my little shoes away
Mother, I am growing weaker,
Soon I'll say to you, good-day
But remember dearest, Mother
Put my little shoes away
VARIANTS:
0668 Put My Little Shoes Away
0866 Put My Little Shoes Away
1166 Put My Little Shoes Away
1368 Put My Little Shoes Away
1430 Put My Little Shoes Away
OTHER COLLECTIONS:
Randolph: IV-715 Put My Little Shoes Away
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