She's left to rear a child because of war
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Sadly alone
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Works hard to clothe and feed her little son
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Give him a home
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She works all night into the early morn
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Streets cold and damp
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Stands at the corner near the Pig and Gun
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Lit by a lamp
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[Break]
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She has to work hard to scrimp and save
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Or he will go
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Go to a home somewhere far away
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She loves him so
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Tired but she knows that it's the only way
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She wanders home
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Home to the child that's sleeping sound and warm
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Never a moan
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Pity The Mother
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| Slade |
