| I Cried |
|---|
| When I was a little girl |
| My mother died |
| My father took himself |
| A new bride |
| My father didn’t know |
| His new wife’s ways |
| I was like a servant |
| Scrubbed the floor every day |
| I cried |
| I cried |
| How I missed my mother |
| The only one who me loved |
| As I upon my knees |
| On the floor would scrub |
| My stepmother would only |
| Give me scraps to eat |
| Whenever she felt like it |
| She used to me beat |
| I cried |
| I cried |
| My father couldn’t see |
| The evil of his wife |
| The misery with which |
| She drove my life |
| My father was a weak man |
| My father he was weak |
| And of my evil stepmother |
| Not a bad word I could speak |
| I cried |
| I cried |
| I cried over my mother’s grave |
| I cried every night |
| My tears flowed over it |
| Until the daylight |
| And if my stepmother saw |
| Any of this |
| She would laugh in my face |
| And she would take the piss |
| I cried |
| I cried |
