American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 Put My Little Shoes Away

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40

PUT MY LITTLE SHOES AWAY.

Mother dear, come, bathe my forehead, for I'm growing very weak;
Mother, let one drop of water fall upon my burning cheek.
Tell my loving Little schoolmates that I never more will play;
Give them all my toys, but, mother, put my little shoes away.

Chorus.
I am going to leave you, mother,
So remember what I say;
Oh, do if, won't you? please, mother,
Put my little 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.
Mother, I will be an angel by, perhaps, another day;
So you will then, dearest mother, put my little shoes away- Chorus.

Soon the baby will be larger, then they'll fit his little feet:
Oh, he'll look so nice and cunning when he walks along the street,
Now I'm getting tired, mother, soon I'll say to all good-day;
Please remember what I tell you-put my little shoes away.- Chorus.