Union Maid:
432. 2006-03-16
512. 2006-11-06

Audio:
2006-11-09 Bowery Poetry Club
2005-10-06

Mother dear, come 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 them to me
With a lot of other things
I believe he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings

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

Tell my loving little playmates
That I never more will play
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my little shoes away