Put My Little SHoes Away.

Put My Little SHoes Away.
600.4

Mother, dear, come bathe my forehead,
For I’m growing very weak;
Only let one drop of water
Fall upon my burning check.

Chorus-
Oh, I’m going away to leave you, mother,
Oh, remember what I say;
Do it, won’t you, please, dear mother,
Put my little le shoes away.

Santa Claus, he gave them to me,
With a lot of other things;
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings.

Soon the baby will be larger,
Then they’ll fit his little feet;
Won’t he look so neat and cunning
As he walks upon the street.

Tell my darling playmates, mother,
That I ne’er can play again;
Give them all my toys-but, mothery,
Put my little shoes away.

Chorus-
Oh, I’m going to be an angel, mother
By perhaps another day;
You are willing, dearest mother,
Put my little shoes away.
(Second chorus to be sung after last verse only.)