Lyrics Handbags and Gladrags - Mary Coughlan

Handbags and Gladrags

Once I was a young girl
And I thought all had to do was smile
For me you are still a young child
Who wants everything in style
But once you think you’re in you’re out
Cause you don’t mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your granddad had to sweat so he could buy you
Ever see a blind man cross the road
Trying to make the other side
Ever see a young girl growing old
Trying to make herself a bride
So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your granddad had to sweat so he could buy you
Sing a song of six pence
Take a pocket full of rye
Take four and twenty black birds
And bake them all in a pie
You told me you missed school today
I suggested you just throw them all away
Your handbags and your gladrags
That your granddad had to sweat so he could buy you