Don’t Mean to be a Bother
I don’t’ mean to be a bother
My dearest older brother
But I’ve a question to share
Maybe you could help me here
I don’t mean to bother,
But what are we to do with father?
Drinking away his money,
Making mother cry
I don’t mean to bother, brother
But what are we to do with mother?
Earning our meals nightly
On her back
I don’t mean to bother, brother
But what am I to do?
Cause soon I’ll be sold off to a man
I don’t want to be married to
Brother, not to bother you
Give me a piece of advice
What am I to do with you?
Dressed in white, for afterlife
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and once again soda turns something kinda decent into something i puzzle over....
