Wednesday, 21 February 2007


Cindy, where's your daddy
Is he coming home today
Is he down the bogside
Or has he gone away?
Has he gone to England
Where all the daddies go
Or will he come before we end and see our puppet show?

Cindy let's be going, your da's not going to come,
Maybe he's down at Murphy's and probably drinking rum.
Our Ma's will both be worried
and wondering where we are.
Come on, let's go, let's hurry
There's soldiers in that car.

Cindy go to sleep now
Put your dolly down
Wrap your self up well now
in your brand new eiderdown.
Your daddy won't be long now, he's only been delayed.
he'll be with you bye and bye
One of these fine days.

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