Put My Little Shoes Away (Seven Sisters: A Kentucky Portrait, 2000)

Mother [bad word] bathe my forehead
For I'm growing very weak
Mother let one drop of water
Fall upon my burning cheek
I'm going away to leave you, Mother darling
And remember what I say
Do this, won't you please, dear Mother
Put my little shoes away

Santa Claus, he brought 'em to me
With a lot of other things
I believe he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings

Tell my lovin' little playmates
That I nevermore will play
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my little shoes away
I'm going away to leave you, Mother darling
And remember what I say
Do this, won't you please, dear Mother
Put my little shoes away.

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