A Stitch In Time - Marty Cartin

For when he'd come home drunk at night
He'd thrash her black and thrash her white;
Thrashed her to within an inch of her life
And snored all night like a big drunken husband

One night she gathered her tears all round her shame
Covered up the bruise and cried with the pain
You'll not do that ever again
I'll not live anymore with a drunk of a husband