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