My Little Shirtwaist Fire

	作曲 : Creager
	Once it started the frail and fainthearted
	Just withered to the floor
	Oh, so sadly we examined hands burned badly
	By that which no man fears more
	The terrible flames of all that remains
	Of my little shirtwaist fire
	My best friend was alone in the alcove
	Does anyone see her there?
	Such a sweet face trapped in a staircase
	By the smell of her own burning hair
	And the terrible flames of all that remains
	Of my little shirtwaist fire
	Glow baby glow as the embers they died there
	Nobody knows what we saw inside there
	Twisting and burning the girls' fine young bodies
	Yes, we're burning can you help us please?
	Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees
	Oh, my little shirtwaist fire
	Girls work hard for small rewards
	Or invitations to dine
	Or one kind word from one who loves them
	But what I have earned is mine
	The terrible flames of all that remains
	Of my little shirtwaist fire
	Glow baby glow as the embers they died there
	Nobody knows what we saw inside there
	Twisting and burning, the girls' fine young bodies
	Yes, we're burning can you help us please?
	Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees
	Oh, my little shirtwaist fire

	zuò qǔ : Creager
	Once it started the frail and fainthearted
	Just withered to the floor
	Oh, so sadly we examined hands burned badly
	By that which no man fears more
	The terrible flames of all that remains
	Of my little shirtwaist fire
	My best friend was alone in the alcove
	Does anyone see her there?
	Such a sweet face trapped in a staircase
	By the smell of her own burning hair
	And the terrible flames of all that remains
	Of my little shirtwaist fire
	Glow baby glow as the embers they died there
	Nobody knows what we saw inside there
	Twisting and burning the girls' fine young bodies
	Yes, we' re burning can you help us please?
	Yes, we' re begging, we' re on bended knees
	Oh, my little shirtwaist fire
	Girls work hard for small rewards
	Or invitations to dine
	Or one kind word from one who loves them
	But what I have earned is mine
	The terrible flames of all that remains
	Of my little shirtwaist fire
	Glow baby glow as the embers they died there
	Nobody knows what we saw inside there
	Twisting and burning, the girls' fine young bodies
	Yes, we' re burning can you help us please?
	Yes, we' re begging, we' re on bended knees
	Oh, my little shirtwaist fire