SHE PLEADED

May I never marry a man like my father
May I never mature and be like my mother
That my sons may not be like my brothers
And my daughters, my sisters

May I never marry a man like my father
May I never mature and be like my mother
That my new family may not be like mine
Where a loose talker and a boxer dine

May I never marry a man like my father
May I never mature and be like my mother
For I rather don't grow up
Than taste of the bitter marital cup

May I never marry a man like my father
May I never mature and be like my mother
O lord, this is my prayer
To it father, give a favourable answer