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A Stitch In Time

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A Stitch In Time

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There was a woman and she lived in her own

Slaved on her own and skivvied on her own

She had two little boys and two little girls

She lived all alone with her husband

He was a hunk if a man

A chunk of a man and a drunk of a man

A hunk of a drunken spunk of a man

Such a boozy bruising bully of a husband

When he came home drunk at night

He thrashed her black and he thrashed her white

Thrashed her to within an inch of her life

And snored all night like a pig her drunken husband

One night she gathered her tears all round her shame

Covered up the bruising cried with the pain

You'll not do that ever again

I'll not live anymore with a drunken husband

That night as he lay drunk in bed

The strangest thought came to her head

She took the needle and the thread

And went straight into her sleeping husband

She started to stitch with a girlish thrill

With a woman's eye and a seamstress skill

She bibbed and tucked with an iron will

As she stitched all around her sleeping husband

The top sheet and the bottom sheet too

The blanket stitched to the mattress through

She worked and stitched the whole night through

Waiting for the dawn and her husband

He awoke with a pain in his head

He found that he could not move in bed

Sweet God in heaven have I lost me legs

She just sat and smiled at her husband

In her hand she held the frying pan

With a flutter in her heart she flew at him

He could not move so he cried God Damn

Don't you swear at me you dirty husband

She beat him black and she beat him blue

With the frying pan and the colander too

With the rolling pin a stroke or two

Such a battered and a beaten husband

If you ever come home drunk again

I'll stitch you up and sew you in

Then I'll pack my bags and I'll be gone

I'll not live anymore with a drunken husband

Isn't it true what a wife can do

With a needle, thread and a stitch or two

He wiped his slate and his boozin is through

She don't live anymore with a drunken husband

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