I thought of a couple of the more wayward girls in my classes when I was a teacher, whom I now see pushing prams round the town with great determination.
My baby, my darling, my cherub, my chum,
I hope you'll grow up with more sense than your mum.
They're cutting the benefits; times will be tough.
I'm all you've got, and I hope I'm enough.
Lullay, lullay, la-lullay.
I dream you'll be healthy, and happy and rich.
Darling, don't be a doormat, but don't be a bitch.
And don't treat your mother like I treated mine,
'Cause frankly, my love, I was sometimes a swine.
Lullay, lullay, la-lullay.
I dream that one day you will meet with a lad
As nice as the bloke I think must be your dad.
I was young, wild and wilful, and he was the same,
But oh how I wish that I'd found out his name.
Lullay, lullay, la-lullay.
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