Poor Annie Trotter

It’s the same every day 
at quarter to four
She walks out of the houseand she closes the door

Her sisters are huddled on the floor with her Fran
She has to feed four mouths
from the frying pan

They will all have stale bread
with eggs and beans
Its just what they can afford
As they get by on her means

Now she’s stood at the till on the dirty shop floor
It’s her pay for the week
though she finds it a chore

Checking through all the items
on the old fashioned till
It’s a boring job
but it pays better than the mill

She has to stand and be pleasant to the people passing through
Whilst her fingers work fast
so avoiding a queue

Poor Annie Trotter she knows no better
She is waiting very patient
to receive a letter

But the postman hasnt got it
It hasn’t come yet
So she works very hard coz there’s needs to be met

When this letter arrives
she will be far better off
Coz shes been left abit of money
She had a fling with a toff

Her Dad found out
and he called her a tart
Though she loved her Stanand his dying broke her heart

That was many years ago when she went out with Stan
He was nothing like her father 
coz he was a decent man

Her Dad is called Bill
he used to work down the mine
But he had a bad accident and he hurt his spine

So he doesnt go out from the house anymore
He stays indoors with her sisters
as she works in the store

He’s stuck in a rut making him feel sad
But his moaning & his groaning
well it makes her real mad

Annie works so hard to make ends meet
Shes got blisters on her soles
always standing on her feet

Its was such a pity that her Mam
had to die
Annie was the youngest and the apple of her eye

Her mam would of never seen Annie in this plight
She would help her out with the kids Oh it just isn’t right

But she’s left all alone
to provide for the lot
Poor Annie Trotter
she is put on a spot

They have told her when the cheque pops through her door
that It’s gonna be alot
she won’t need to work anymore

But this may be months
they think it won’t be quick
So she needs to stay strong
She can’t afford to be sick

The rents to be paid 
on this tiny flat
She plans to shift down to the coast
coz she’s always fancied that

This flat is in the middle of a lane
It’s nextdoor to an inn
Drunks stagger out every night
By they look so thin

It’s not a good area
It is not a nice place
The people living near to her
well they are a disgrace

Now the clock has struck ten
on the wall in the room
But she ends her shift
sweeping up with a broom

She hurries off the bus its the number 64
and uses her keys to unlock the front door
She picks up a letter which was posted that day
and she can’t wait to read what it does say

Dear Miss Trotter,
I am pleased to let you know
You have fifty thousand pounds from a Mr. S. Lowe.
He added in his will if it wasn’t for ill health
You would be the only one with him enjoying all his wealth.

So if you could please call in to verify your account
I shall happily hand you a cheque with that amount.

Oh poor Annie Trotter
Well it feels so like a dream
But its just what she deserves
Shes like the cat thats got its cream?