Lyrics:

Now, come and bathe my forehead, mother
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of water, mother
Fall upon my burning cheek
Go and tell my little playmates
That I nevermore will play
Give them all my toys, but mother
Put my little shoes away
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

Santa Claus, he brought them to me
With a lot of other things
And I thought he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings
Soon the baby will be larger
And they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so nice and funny
As he walks upon the street?
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