| Mother dear come bathe my forehead
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| For I’m growing very weak
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| Mother let one drop of water
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| Fall upon my burning cheek
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| I’m going away to leave you mother darling
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| And remember what I say
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| Do this won’t you please dear mother
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| Put my little shoes away
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| Santa Claus he brought them to me
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| With a lot of other things
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| I believe he brought an Angel
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| With a pair of golden wings
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| Tell my loving little playmates
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| That I never more will play
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| Give them all my toys but mother
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| Put my little shoes away
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| I’m going away to leave you mother darling
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| And remember what I say
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| Do this won’t you please dear mother
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| Put my little shoes away |