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Thread #55966 Message #872469
Posted By: michaelr
22-Jan-03 - 08:24 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Song of Sixpence
Subject: Lyr Add: Song of Sixpence
Today is the 30th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, and the landmark decision is hanging by a one-vote thread in the Supreme Court. President-select Bush and his conservative Christian backers would like nothing better than to appoint another right-wing "justice" and return us to the dark days of back-alley abortions and thousands of dead and mutilated women. Current discussion is here.
I wrote this song after hearing about a teen-age Irish rape victim who was denied permission to travel to England because the authorities suspected she wanted to terminate her pregnancy.
Song of Sixpence (Michael Rofkar)
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie Sing a song of sixpence, belly full of life Four and twenty black-robed men have got their fingers in your pie
Jeannie was a good girl, she had a rosy sheen When she met young Willie she was barely just sixteen Young lovers they are careless, young hearts they are wild Before six weeks were over Jeannie knew she was with child
She's gone to tell her mother at the breaking of the day Her mother's wrung her hands and cried, What will your father say Her father said, I'll not abide the shame you've brought on me Leave this house by morning and nevermore be seen
She's gone to tell young Willie by the factory He says, I'm bound apprentice, can't support a family
She's gone to the confession her fearful soul to soothe Saying, Father please forgive me for the thing that I must do The priest he was an old man, he knew young Jeannie well He says, May God forgive you but I fear you'll burn in hell
Sing a song of sixpence, a shilling or a crown Jeannie's found a doctor in the bad part of town Sing a song of sixpence, rulebook full of lies Can we let old men decide if a young girl lives or dies?
They found her in an alley at the breaking of the day Her arms wrapped tight around her, her life blood drained away Sing a song of sixpence, that's all a life is worth When a girl must make the choice between a living and a birth