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06 Apr 03 - 04:35 AM (#927112) Subject: Lyr Req: Shu la la Shu la la ~ My foot rocks th From: Glen Loking for the lyrics (and tune) these are the words I remember Shu la la ~ Shu la my foot rocks the cradle Sleep till the morning light creeps o'er the cill Shu la la ~ Shu la, I work when I'm able Turning a collar or gathering a frill. I heard a lady sing it at Towersey, must have been about seven years ago and it's haunted me ever since. |
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22 Jun 19 - 03:52 AM (#3997345) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Shu la la Shu la la ~ My foot rocks th From: GUEST That is the chorus I work in the dingy half-light From the dawn 'til half into the night. My fine ladies' petticoat, a mans silk cravat knowing every seam must be right. A baby unwed lends disgrace Your coming child, cost me my place, Your father was gone, I was left all alone, In my home I scarce dared show my face. Abandoned I came to this town Not knowing where work could be found When they taught me to sew, Oh how could I know That ere long I'd be crushed to the ground. My hands bleed at night from the pins My eyes, once so sharp, now grow dim, My tiol and my pain, the drudgery, the shame Are the price that I pay for our sin. |