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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SJ McArdle
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Joseph McArdle
Songwriter
歌詞
Fanny Clarke of Featherbed Lane
(Music and lyrics by SJ McArdle)
Hand me my Sunday dress
Don’t bother telling me what you think
The sun is over the yard-arm now
Surely a girl deserves a drink
Almost time to go to work
Shield my eyes against the sun
Punched and kicked and spat upon
Goosed against the harbour wall
Merchant, sailor, vagabond
I do it for the money, though the money is small
And old Madame will know what’s what
Every act and deed that’s done
Every penny goes in the pot
No point trying to fox that one
And when its time to go to work
Shield my eyes against the sun
Punched and kicked and spat upon
Goosed against the harbour wall
Merchant, sailor, vagabond
I do it for the money, though the money is small
God save us all
When the comfort’s cold and your bed is hard
After those long weeks at sea
Or long hours in the foundry yard
You can always come to me
Let me help wind down your day
Let’s not speak of your wife’s worn brow
Let’s not think what your mother would say
Or how your sons would see you now
Written by: Stephen Joseph McArdle
