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She sits by the fireside embers are low it won't be long now and your daddy will show but time passes by as she watches the clock I wish he'd come home and not stay down the Docks he's probably drinking with his workmates, the fool, I've had enough of his working to rule there's no food on the table the cupboard is bare he's stuck in the alehouse he doesn't care.

When he comes home with his stagger and slurs it's getting too much for me to bear I gather the kids and make off down the street it will be a long time again for us to meet. the moral of this is if you want a good life come right home from work and take care of your wife.

by T Brown, Everton
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Title Annotation:Letters
Publication:Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:Aug 15, 2012
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