My Little Shirtwaist Fire
Once it started, the frail and fainthearted
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 remain of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire
My best friend was alone in the alcove,
Does anyone see her there?
Such a sweet face, trapped in a staircase
By the smell of her own burning hair and the
Terrible flames of
All that remain 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' thin young bodies
Yes, we're burning, can you help us please?
Yes, we're begging, we're on bended 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 remain of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire

INVIA LE CORREZIONI