"... a remarkable song, extending his writing skills to make a song for a woman to sing ... very resonant, very telling, very sad." - John Tams
Look at me curtains I must wash me curtains I must wash me curtains Before he comes home He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe Road He hates mucky curtains He hates mucky curtains He says mucky curtains Means bugs in an 'ouse He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe Road You can't keep 'em clean love Wit' muck out o't chimneys They're yellow wi sulphur In two or three days He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe road When we were first married He'd laugh and he'd tease me He'd swear he could see 'em From Staniforth Road He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe road I told him this morning Just last thing this morning I'll have 'em well fettled By t'time you come home He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe Road Look at me curtains I must wash them curtains I'll iron 'em and hang 'em Before he comes home He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe road But he's not coming home love They've been from the mill love A ladle of molten's Gone all ovver t'men He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe Road He's covered in bruises He bruises so easy He's still black and blue From that cobble last week He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe Road What am I thinking? What time is it now love? I must wash my curtains They'll need to be clean He says mine are t'cleanest on Attercliffe Road Publishing: Voice
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