Anika Noni Rose
It's The Same The Whole World Over
She was poor, but she was honest,
Pure unstained was her name,
Till the local squire came courting,
And the poor girl lost her name.
It's the same the whole world over,
Ain’t it a shame, a bleeding shame?
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
And the poor what gets the blame.
In that rich man's arms she fluttered
Like a bird with broken wing;
First he loved her, then he left her,
And the poor girl got no ring.
So she ran away to London
For to hide her grief and shame,
But she met another squire,
And she lost her name again!
See him in the House of Commons,
Making laws to put down crime,
While the victim of his passions
Crawls away to hide her shame!
In a rose-embowered cottage
Where her ancient parents live,
Sipping Guinness that she sends 'em,
Yet they never can forgive!
From Letras Mania