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Whos my Daddy Mammy,
The child one morning did say
With tears in her eyes to the childs surprise
The mother turned away
Did he break your heart Mammy?
What did he look like, what is his name?
Why do my friends tell me
That to have no daddy is a great shame?
The mother by now was crying
Slupmed sobbing on the floor
And the child looked even more puzzled
Than ever it did before
The child dragged across the floor
As a pillow for its mother a rug
And the sobbing tearfulk mother
Gave her only child a hug.
And when she looked into his face
Everytime she could see
The face of his father
And she remebered the night clearly
the footstes behind her on the street
Her heart pounding as away she rushed
The hand over her mouth, the fear the pain
As he attcked her in the bushes.
The shame after to tell family
The hassle of telling the Guard
The hostility of those who did not believe
My God... those months were hard.
Some say she asked for it,
Being alone, drunk and skimpily dressed
And while her parents said they believed
They at best were not impressed
Her friends they gathered money
For an abortion to England to go,
When she had they ferry ticket,
On the gangplank a voice to her said "No"
The child is of you as it is of him
No matter how his father is reviled
The Bible is wrong when it states
The sins of the father shall be paid by the child.
And she turned back from the boat
Her friends by her were stunned
Demanded their money back
And by them she was stunned.
And in time the child was born
The same as any other
And though he looked like his father
She was glad to be his mother.
And any single girl
Always dreads the day
When the child, however mild
Ask wheres their daddy in their childish way.
So she resolved to tell him a mistruth
And confirm the roughmours of spiteful neighbours round
She met a man in a pub one night
And afterwards herself pregnant found.
And she suffered the indignity
That ripped her very heart
She done it for the love of her child
And give him in life the best start.
Some say she was guided by Jesus
Who looked after her all along
I say she was guided by maternal instinct
And by knowing right from wrong.
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