Musha God Help Her - Christy Moore

Ah Sure, musha, God help her

She’s in an awful state

She’s got that husband fellow’s run away

A teenage daughter in the family way

And she can’t pay her bills to nobody

Poor Mrs. Donoghue

Out there by Ballynew

She used to be a King from Davitt Street

All of them were spotless in their parent’s home

Till she got married to that animal

According to all accounts

They never go to Mass

He’s with that young one out in Ballyhack

She don’t have a stitch across her back

But she can well afford to drink

I really don’t know

What’s to become of them?

All the street is up in arms at them

They make more noise than an army

When she starts throwing all the cups at him

I really wouldn’t mind

If they were friendly

But they don’t say hello to nobody

You’d really think that they were somebody

It makes me laugh you know

At the back of it all

Ah sure musha, God help her

She’s in an awful state

She’s got that husband fellows run away

A teenage daughter in the family way

And she don’t pay her bills to nobody