Come and bathe my forehead, mother For I’m growing very weak Let one drop of water, mother Fall upon my burnin’ cheek 
Chorus You will do this won’t you mother Please remember what I say Give them all my toys but mother Put my little shoes away 
Go and tell my little playmates That I never more will play Give them all my toys but, mother Put my little shoes away 
Santa Claus, he brought them to me With a lot of other things And I think he brought an angel With a pair of golden wings 
Soon the baby will grow larger And they’ll fit his little feet Won’t he be so nice and cunning As he walks upon the street 
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