She's left to rear a child Because
of war, sadly alone Works hard to clothe
and feed her little son, give him a
home
She works all night into the early morn Streets
cold and damp Stands at the corner
Near the Pig & Gun, lit by a lamp
She has to work hard to scrimp and
save or he will go Go to a home somewhere
far away She loves him so
Tired but she knows that it's the
only way She wanders home Home to
the child that's sleeping sound and
warm, never a moan
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