Mary Constance Cavanaugh (Just Like Doing Time) (poems from old notebooks, 2004? 2005?)

Another of my very occasional attempts to write a song.  A couple of different people have tried setting this one to music.

Mary Constance Cavanaugh (Just Like Doing Time)

Mary lives in King’s County
Where you work with your hands
And school is just for getting through
Till you’ve had all you can stand

Mary Constance Cavanaugh
Her children are all grown
Charlie left with Bridget Dover
She raised them kids alone

She was never given beauty
She was never given love
She was told to do her duty
And give thanks to God above

Potato fields and fishing boats
Secondhand trucks and winter coats
Give me a job and I’ll give you my vote
Cause living here is just like doing time

She got married to Charlie
Cause that’s what people did
And it was for that same reason
Mary kept on having kids

Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary
Old age begins at home
With a silence in the kitchen
That sinks deep into bone

She was never given beauty
She was never given love
She was told to do her duty
And give thanks to God above

Potato fields and fishing boats
Secondhand trucks and winter coats
Give me a job and I’ll give you my vote
Cause living here is just like doing time

Oh Mary, do your duty.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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