Eric Bogle - Glasgow Lullaby lyrics

Hush wee babby, for yer daddy's comin' in Stumblin' up the stair and missin' every yin Rotten wi' beer and stinkin' o' gin He's drunk again -- as usual Oh my God, it's a weary, weary life Who wid be a drinkin' man's wife Who wid thole a' this trouble and this strife Who but a silly woman Hush wee babby, he's comin' in the door Drunken big feet are skitin' over the floor He's had a bucket, but he's thirstin' for more He disnae ken when he's beaten Hush wee babby, listen tae him sittin' there Wi his bloodshot eyes and his tangled hair Mooth fu' o' big talk and eyes fu' o' despair And blaming me -- as usual Hush wee babby, yer daddy's gone tae bed The morn he'll no' remember a' the things he said But his tongue wis sharp and a' the wounds they bled But then I'm used tae bleedin' Hush wee babby and close yer weary eyes Cuddle intae mammy and stop yer tired wee cries And in the mornin' when ye decide ta arise Yer mammy will be here waitin'