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)