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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 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 a staircase
By the smell of her own burning hair
And the terrible flames of all that remains
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 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 remains
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 bended knees
Oh, 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 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 a staircase   By the smell of her own burning hair   And the terrible flames of all that remains   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 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 remains   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 bended knees   Oh, my little shirtwaist fire