MUSHA, GOD HELP HER - Pierce Turner

Musha, God Help Her,
    She's in an awful state.
She's got that husband-fellow's run away,
    A teenage daughter in the family way,
And she can't pay her bills to nobody.

Poor Mrs. Donahue,
    Out there by Ballynew.
She used to be a King from Davitt Street,
    All of them were spotless in their Parent's home,
'Til she got married to that animal.

According to all accounts,
    They never go to Mass.
He's with that young one out in Ballyhack;
    She don't have a stitch across her back,
But she can well afford to drink.

I really don't know
    What's to become of them;
The whole street's up in arms at them.
    They make more noise than an army
When she starts throwing cups at him.

I really wouldn't mind
    If they were friendly,
But they say 'hello' to nobody.
    It makes me laugh y'know,
At the back of it all.

Ah sure Musha, God Help Her,
    She's in an awful state.
She's got that husband-fellow's run away,
    A teenage daughter in the family way,
And she can't pay her bills to nobody.