Paddy Put Poor Peggy Back On The Game

 

Paddy put poor Peggy back on the game

Though she’d reached three score and ten

He brought her out of retirement

To serve men’s desirements

Paddy’s back on the bottle again

And Paddy’s need outweigh Peggy’s shame

So Paddy put poor Peggy back on the game

 

A septuagenarian prostitute

Empty purse, and destitute

With a bent arthritic frame

Outside the Grimstone institute

Back from whence she came

She’d lost her looks

But was never a looker

She’d brook no trucks

With easement or succour

And return to the life of a downtrodden hooker

Ashamed of what she became

Paddy put poor Peggy back on the game

 

At first it was just mates

She offered ‘em mates-rates

But they can’t have been great mates

To not see her pain

But Paddy’s back drinking

He’s out to get stinking

And without even thinking

Pissed their lives down a drain

And Paddy’s need outweigh Peggy’s shame

Paddy put poor Peggy back on the game