My Little Shirtwaist Fire
Once it started,
The frail and faithhearted
Just withered to the floor.
Oh, so sadly
We examined hands burned badly
By that which no man fears more-
The terrible flames of
All that remains of
My Little shirtwaist fire.
My Best friend was
Alone in the alcove,
Does anyone see her there?
Such a sweet face,
Trapped in the staircase,
By the smell of her own burning hair and the
Terrible flames of
All that remainds of
My Little shirtwaist fire
Glow baby glow as the embers they died there,
Nobody knows what we saw inside there.
Twisting and burning, the girls' fine young bodies
Yes, we're burning can you help us please?
Yes, we're begging, we're on bending knees
Oh, My Little Shirtwaist Fire.
Girls work hard for
Small Rewards or
Invitations to dine.
Or one kind word from
One who loves them but
What I have earned is mine-
The terrible flames of
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire
