Sung by: Neal Morris
Recorded in Timbo, AR 7/18/59

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Mama, dear, come bathe my forehead,
For I am growing very weak.
Let one cooling drop of water
Fall upon my burning cheek.

Chorus: Mama, I am going to leave you
In perhaps another day.
When I'm gone, my loving mother,
Put my little shoes away.

Soon the baby, he'll grow larger,
And they'll fit his little feet.
Then he'll look so nice and cunning
As he walks along the street.


Santa Claus a-gave them to me
With so many other things,
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of downy wings.


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


Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #715.

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