(A memory recalled by my father)
A lady came to our house
When I were but a lad.
She used to drive an horse an’ cart
And she wore a Gainsborough hat.
In her hand she carried
The most enormous sword,
That she used to slaughter animals with –
Though she never spoke a word.
Each time she drove in through our gate
My heart was filled with fear –
‘Cause I knew those lambs and piglets
(That I had got to rear)
Were going to be butchered!
I know Dad had to sell
Their meat to make a living –
But I dreaded their death knell!