Maud Baily

Maud Baily know the tougher side of life She was born poor and became a waster's wife And like most of those that bear the poor soul's curse As years advance her lot in life grow worse. Her father's bones lay in the paupers plot His grave unmarked, his name by most forgot, His daughter Maud clearly remembers yet That she felt no great sorrow at his death. Dave Grady's passing caused no tears to flow And brought to Maud no sleepless nights of woe Her memories of him bring her mind sour taste And a tear for him she feels would be a waste. It was oft he beat her just to watch her cry To watch the tears come rolling from each eye It seemed mind ease he only could attain By inflicting on his wife and daughter pain. He'd come home from the Public house at night Full of booze and boiling for a fight And found it pleasurable and amusing To give his wife an unprovoked abusing. To make up for her worthles husband Dave Mrs Grady had to labour like a slave He had become the pub frequenting sort And gave to her no financial support. She had to work for wages that were small She swept the church and community hall And for various rich folk in the town she toiled For to feed and clothe herself and Maud her child. She was all things a mother ought to be Full of kindness and gentility, Had no time for self pity or moan And worked to raise young Maud and keep the home. Maud Baily still remembers with regret The tragic day of her poor mother's death Her life ended as she walked across the street Uptown When a passing lorry struck and knocked her down. She was thirty nine years when her life came to an end And her daughter Maud had lost her dearest friend At that time Maud was only just fifteen And her tougher days in life had not yet seen. Death life's most feared and only fatal foe Had dealt young Maud a cruel and severe blow It had taken from her a mother good and kind And left her with a grief tormemted mind. To live the body must be clad and fed And from then on Maud had to earn her own bread She took a job as barmaid in the Snooker's Club A shabby looking low class side street pub. In this bar frequented by the town's depraved For puny wages young Maud Grady slaved She worked six days a week twelve hours a day For bed and board and two pounds weekly pay. It was here she met the man she was to wed Three years older than herself and country bred Jimmy Baily was the young man's name And after six months courtship his wife she became. Like her father he liked the bar room atmosphere And he had a taste for strong liquor and beer But her love for him than her discretion proved more strong And 'twas too late when she found out she was wrong. He promised her he'd change his way of life From the day that she'd agree to be his wife And to keep the promise he tried his very best But his weak mind failed him at the first real test. For the first ten months their marriage seemed worth while And on them both true happiness did smile To the promise he made to her he held dear And from all public houses kept well clear. For Maud those were very happy days Her husband had overcome his drinking craze In her womb she carried his baby And she thought sad days she never more would see. Sadly she remembers the sad morn That their baby girl arrived still born On her mind it left a sorrowed scar And drove her weak husband back to the bar. From then on nothing for her did go right Her husband came home drunk to her each night Her brief happiness had turned to days of gloom And their marriage it was on it's way to doom. But the worst news to reach Maud Baily's ears Is a news no married woman likes to hear, She was told her husband was having a lewd affair That his sexual needs he was satisfying elsewhere. He forsook Maud his lawful wedded spouse And went to live in his new woman's house And Maud of food and money destitute For open hire her flesh did prostitute. For the past three years Maud Baily's lived in sin She sells herself to depraved sex starved men She lives a life of immorality An outcast of human society. It was circumstance that caused her live this way And lewdly prostitute her flesh for pay To come by money she became impure And now street walks like every common whore.