Unknown Artist - A Stitch In Time Lyrics

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A stitch in time

Oh there was a woman and she lived on her own

She slaved on her own and she skivvied on her own

She'd two little girls and two little boys --

And she lived all alone with her husband.

For her husband he was a hunk of a man

A chunk of a man and a drunk of a man

He was a hunk of a drunk and a skunk of a man

Such a boozing bruising husband.

For he would come home drunk each night

He thrashed her black he thrashed her white;

He thrashed her too within an inch of her life

Then he slept like a log did her husband.

One night she gathered her tears all round her shame

She thought of the bruising and cried with the pain

Oh you'll not do that ever again

I won't live with a drunken husband.

But as he lay and snored in bed

A strange old thought came into her head

She went for the needle went for the thread

And went straight in to her sleeping husband.

And she started to stitch with a girlish thrill

With a woman's heart and a seamstress' skill

She bibbed and tucked with an iron will

All around her sleeping husband.

Oh the top sheet the bottom sheet too

The blanket stitched to the mattress through

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She stitched and stitched for the whole night through

Then she waited for the dawn and her husband.

And when her husband woke with a pain in his head

He found that he could not move in bed

Sweet christ i've lost the use of me legs!

But this wife just smiled at her husband.

For in her hand she held the frying pan

With a flutter in her heart she given him a lam;

He could not move but he cried ``god damn!''

``don't you swear'' she cried to her husband.

Then she thrashed him black she thrashed him blue

With the frying pan and the colander too

With the rolling pin just a stroke or two

Such a battered and bleeding husband.

She said ``if you ever come home drunk any more

I'll stitch you in i'll thrash you more

Then i'll pack my bag and i'll be out the door

I'll not live with a drunken husband.''

So isn't it true what small can do

With a thread and a thought and a stitch or two?

He's wiped his slate and his boozing's through

It's goodbye to a drunken husband.

Recorded by mike waterson martin carthy max hole

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