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 and Gun

Lit by a lamp



Break



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