June Tabor - Mrs. Rita lyrics
[June Tabor - Mrs. Rita lyrics]
Oh kind Mrs rita I never will tell
The way that you keep us
Poor girls here in hell
And I never will sneak to
The News of the World
Oh kind Mrs rita sincere Mrs rita
A friend to a stranger, a ma to a girl
With the chalking and cutting
And stitching and such
We earn what we earn and it isn’t too much
Enough to keep half a step higher than trash
Oh kind Mrs rita sincere Mrs rita
So loose with the purse strings
So free with the cash
Some guardian angel take pity
And sweep me away
Seems I work every hour God sends in a day
To line the pockets of Rita O’Connor
To line the pockets of Rita O’Connor
Oh you can’t call it stealing
More helping yourself
If the odd pair of nylons
Should fall off the shelf
And fall into somebody’s handbag let’s say
Oh kind Mrs rita sincere Mrs rita
It sort of makes up for the pitiful pay
Oh kind Mrs rita sincere Mrs rita
God keep and preserve you
We’ll love you always
The way that you keep us
Poor girls here in hell
And I never will sneak to
The News of the World
Oh kind Mrs rita sincere Mrs rita
A friend to a stranger, a ma to a girl
With the chalking and cutting
And stitching and such
We earn what we earn and it isn’t too much
Enough to keep half a step higher than trash
Oh kind Mrs rita sincere Mrs rita
So loose with the purse strings
So free with the cash
Some guardian angel take pity
And sweep me away
Seems I work every hour God sends in a day
To line the pockets of Rita O’Connor
To line the pockets of Rita O’Connor
Oh you can’t call it stealing
More helping yourself
If the odd pair of nylons
Should fall off the shelf
And fall into somebody’s handbag let’s say
Oh kind Mrs rita sincere Mrs rita
It sort of makes up for the pitiful pay
Oh kind Mrs rita sincere Mrs rita
God keep and preserve you
We’ll love you always