This is a "tradiginal" by Mary Armitage, raised in the UK and now living near Vancouver, BC. It is an original written recently but with all the character of a traditional song. CHURCH ON SUNDAY (Mary Armitrage) I pray for my mother (x3) When I go to church on Sunday She takes in washing to make ends meet Oftimes falls asleep on her feet At night in bed I can hear her weep For the youth she’s left behind her I pray for my father (x3) When I go to church on Sunday He’s a fisherman by trade Out in his boat and he’s not afraid If there’s no catch, he won’t be paid And today the nets lie empty I pray for my sister (x3) When I go to church on Sunday She’s as bonnie as can be Gentlemen seek her company They buy her time with their money Sometimes she gives me a penny I pray for my brother (x3) When I go to church on Sunday He drives his wagon round and round He takes his goods from town to town The ladies come to buy a gown And they call him Pretty Jamie I pray for myself (x3) When I go to church on Sunday For I’m not comely or sharp of brain My life will always be more of the same I pray that God will remember my name So I go to church on Sunday (circa 3:30)
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