Two Little Blue Little Shoes
(Words by M.E. Rourke. Music by L. Peasley)

A trunk standing open and near it a child,
Enchanted by what meets its sight.
The contents around her disorderly piled,
Each object a source of delight.
Then mother appearing and standing behind,
Sheds tears as she silently views,
Lying there on the carpet her baby's last find,
Two little blue little shoes.

Chorus:
Two little blue little shoes,
Two little feet, where are they?
Gone with the patter, the laughter and chatter,
Of baby who left her one day.
Give them to mother, my darling,
Relics too sacred to lose.
Tie them together, those two bits of leather,
Two little blue little shoes.

My darling, those two little relics of blue,
Belonged to your sister Irene
Who's gone to a land where a little blue shoe
Is something that never is seen.
We'll hide them away; Papa soon will be here;
Quick! Quick! We have no time to lose!
They bring back the memories of so much that's dear,
Two little blue little shoes.


Title: Two Little Blue Little Shoes.
Composer, Lyricist, Arranger: Words by M.E. Rourke. Music by L. Peasley.
L. Peasley Publication: Chicago: McKinley Music Co., 307-309 Wabash Ave., 1896

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