She Was A Lady - David McWilliams

She was a lady, it’s easy to see

With rings on her fingers she used to be

Queen of the mansion, belle of the ball

Now, she just sits here, nobody calls

The bottle before her, the glass in her hand

Wearied and wasted through nothing she’d planned

Rags on her shoulders tell their own tale

She rests on her memories, lonely and frail

She was a lady, don’t call her names

Lady of yesterday

Ah, lady in chains, lady in chains

See how it rains, see how it rains

There once was a sailor came over from France

Could play any music, could sing and could dance

Taught her to love him, then left her alone

Forsaken by family turned from her home

She was a lady, she lived in style

They travelled to see her for many miles

Ah, but now she just sits here drinking her wine

If you buy her a glass or two, she won’t think you unkind

She was a lady, don’t call her names

Lady of yesterday

Ah, lady in chains, lady in chains

See how it rains, see how it rains