PUT MY LITTLE SHOES AWAY
Sung by: Ollie Gilbert
Recorded in Mountain View, AR by George Fisher

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Mother, come and 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 can play.
Give them all my toys, but Mother,
Put my little shoes away.

Chorus: You will do this, won’t you, Mother?
Please remember what I say.
Give them all my toys, but Mother,
Put my little shoes away.

Santa Claus brought them to me
With a lot of other things,
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings.
When the baby, he grows larger,
And they fit his little feet,
Won’t he look so handsome, Mother,
As he walk upon the street?

(Chorus)

Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #715.

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