A Stitch In Time

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A husband came home drunk each night,
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And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white,
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He thrashed her to within an inch of her life,
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Then he slept like a log, did her husband.

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As he lay and snored in bed,
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A strange idea came into her head,
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She went for the needle and she went for the thread,
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And straight to her sleeping husband.

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She started to stitch with a girlish thrill,
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With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill,
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She pinned and tucked with an iron will,
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All around her sleeping husband.

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Husband awoke with a pain in his head,
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He found he could not move in bed,
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"Sweet Christ I've lost the use of me legs!",
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Wife just smiled at her husband.

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She thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue,
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With a frying pan and a colander, too,
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With a rolling pin just a stroke or two,
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A battered and bleeding husband.

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Isn't it true what small can do,
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With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two,
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He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through,
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Goodbye to a drunken husband.

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