Another view of the situation
Jim Carroll

NIGHTSHIFT
by Peggy Seeger   

On Monday night he came to my door and he made such a din
Get up, get up, you darling girl, and let your lover in:
Well, I got up for to let him in and on me he did fall,
It was five o'clock in the morning before I got any sleep at all.

On Tuesday night he came to my door the joys of love to tend,
Get up, get up, you darling girl, before I go round the bend,
Well, I got up and I let him in and in my bed we lay
He had to hear the stroke of four before he'd go away.

On Wednesday night he came to my door, a little bit late in time,
I'd have been here sooner, you darling girl, but the hill's so hard to climb,
He wasn't long all in my arms before he let me be,
Then out of the house and down the road — but after the stroke of three,

On Thursday night he came to my door, so weary and so slow,
0 give me a drink, you darling girl, and then to work we'll go,
All night long he fought with it and I had to help him through,
And I heard him sigh as he rose to go, "It's only after two!"

On Friday night he came to my door, a-shaking in every limb,
Get up, get up, you darling girl, get up and carry me in!
Well, I got up and I carried him in and gently laid him down,
But hardly did his spirit rise to reach the stroke of one.

On Saturday night he came to my door, he came on his hands and knees,
O don't come out, you darling girl, stay in and let me be,
I got up for to let him in , but he fell down in a swoon
And though often I tried to raise him up he lay till Sunday noon.