Miss Mary Anne Slaughter
who once was my daughter
she grew up so fast
and then went away
she went to get married
her life became harried
by staying at home
and working all day
her husband, a souse,
would beat up his spouse
so that he could show her
just who wore the pants
his love he'd deny her
he never would buy her
some candy or flowers
or ask her to dance
then one stormy evening
he gave her a beating
she died the next morning
did my only daughter
so now I am weeping
but courage I'm keeping
as I tell you my tale
of Miss Mary Anne Slaughter
Dedicated to Marion T. Slaughter (aka Vernon Dalhart)
1883-1948
DB/c1992
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