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' 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

Invatations 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