Grandma's Song

I hated the sod - for thirty-three year

We should never have married of that I'm quite clear

He spent the housekeeping money on whisky and beer

And never lifted a finger

Times were hard, but the swine rolled back pissed

So we'd fight and he'd swing and he rarely missed

So I'd clobber the sod when he couldn't resist:

Asleep, you can't lift a finger.

But we'd go dancing.., and he'd hold me tight

He was air, He was water, He was breath, He was light

And he would hold me there, with all his might.

And it was bliss for an hour or so

But then they called time to go

And in the morning we were sober.

O he'd drink and he'd talk just like a fool

Lie like a bairn and snore like a mule

Rarely was sober, pretty much was the rule

And he never lifted a finger

I suppose times were hard, things were different then

Women were women and men, they were men

Seventeen, that was it, your life ended when you had a ring around your

finger.

But we'd go dancing, he was me own Brando

And for a moment there my heart was a-glow

We had dust in our hair and nowhere to go

Boo we were free for an hour or three

From the people we had to be

But in the morning we were sober.

But if I went through my time again,

Oh I'd do it without the help of men

Or at least your Grandad

But then again, you know

Best not to linger

What is the use of dreaming now?

I had my chance, well anyhow,

If I'd only known then what I know now

I'd've given them all the finger

And gone dancing, and not give a shit

and spin around and reel and love each bit

And I'd dance alone and enjoy it

And I'd be me for an entire life.

Instead of somebody's wife

and I never would be sober.

And I never would be sober.