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Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Tryin' to reach the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Tryin' to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you, my love?
When they have finally stripped you off

The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old grandad
Had to sweat to buy ya

Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
You are still a young girl
And you bought everything in style

But once you think you're in, you're out
But that don't mean a single thing without

The handbags and the gladrags
That your grandad
Had to sweat to buy ya

Sing a song of six pence for your sake
And take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake them all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away

The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old grandad
Had to sweat to buy ya

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away

The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy ya