I don't think that link is working. Here's the song:


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I spend me mornings sleeping and the night-time on me feet.
Each afternoon I look for work, I will not stoop to theft,
But pride don't keep me warm enough, and pride's all I got left.

I spent me time at tailoring until me eyes went bad
And I felt that we could make it on the savings that we had
But me husband died ten years ago, still I could pay the rent,
But the landlord kept on raising it until it all was spent.

So I ended in a shelter with the other homeless ones:
The sick ones and the dying, someone's daughters, someone's sons,
The violent and the crazy whether white or brown or black
'Twas the nearest thing to hell on earth and I'm never going back.

I keep this bag beneath me coat to hide me one good dress,
And I put it on to look for work - me other stuff's a mess,
And I wash in public washrooms, let the others stare and blink:
It's hard enough to look for work and harder when you stink.

Now the churches in this city that the rich folk all attend,
They call me there on Sunday and they tell me God's me friend,
They give me soup on Saturday and give me things for free,
They give me soup on Saturday and call it charity.

So listen to me, people, before you walk away
Pretending you don't see me, listen hard to what I say:
This world is not so small a place as once it used to be
And whatever we create here touches you as well as me.
Yes, whatever we create here touches you as well as me.

Theresa couldn't remember the name but said it was something like Annie Parker or Walker or something similar. Probably not Annie Walker because she was living at the Rovers Return at the time!

Robyn