Put My Little Shoes Away
by Samuel Mitchell and Charles E. Pratt

Written by the popular songwriting team of Samuel Mitchell and Charles Pratt in 1873, this song is typical of the sentimental Victorian parlor ballads which have survived in country music long after their popularity waned. This is the original copyrighted version which, except for a few minor changes, has remained intact to this day.

Put My Little Shoes Away

Mother dear, come bathe my forehead
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of water, Mother
Fall upon my burning cheek
Tell my loving little Schoolmates

That I never more will play
Give them all my toys, Mother
Put my little shoes away!
I am going to leave you, Mother

So remember what I say
Do it, won't you please, dear Mother?
Put my little shoes away!
Santa Clause, he gave them to me
With a lot of other things

And I think her brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings
Then I, too, shall be an angel
By, perhaps, another day
So will you, then, dear Mother

Put my little shoes away?
Soon the baby will grow larger
And they will fit his little feet
And he will be nice and cunning
As he walks upon the street!

I am tired now, dear Mother
So remember what I say
Do it, won't you please, dear Mother?
Put my little shoes away!

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