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Now, come and bathe my forehead, |
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MotherFor |
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I'm growing very weak |
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Let one drop of water, |
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Mother,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 |
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Mother,Put my little shoes away |
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You will do this won't you |
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Mother?Please remember what |
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I sayGive them all my toys, but |
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Mother,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 |
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Mother?Please remember what |
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I sayGive them all my toys, but |
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Mother,Put my little shoes away |
