| Now, come and bathe my forehead, Mother
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| For I’m growing very weak
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| Let one drop of water, Mother
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| Fall upon my burning cheek
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| Go and tell my 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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| You will do this won’t you Mother?
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| Please remember what I say
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| Give them all my toys, but 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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| And I thought he brought an angel
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| With a pair of golden wings
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| Soon the baby will be larger
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| And they’ll fit his little feet
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| Won’t he look so nice and funny
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| As he walks upon the street
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| You will do this won’t you Mother?
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| Please remember what I say
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| Give them all my toys, but Mother
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| Put my little shoes away |