SISTER SARAH (UPDATED)

(original verse)

I had a sister, Sally, she was younger than I am :
She had so many sweethearts she had to deny them.
But as for sister Sarah, you know she hadn't many,
And if you knew her heart , she'd be grateful for any.

Come a landsman , a kinsman, a soldier, or a sailer
Doctor, a lawyer , a tinker, or a tailer,
Young man, an old man, a fool , or witty,
Don't let her die an old maid, but take her out of pity.

(update)

But Sally soon was pregnant, she never finished high school.
The man that she had to marry soon proved himself a sly fool,
A drunkard, a gambler, and oftentimes he beat her,
And everytime he had the chance you know that he would cheat her.

Come a social worker , welfare worker, battered women's shelter,
Doctor , a lawyer, don't leave her helter-skelter.
At sixteen she was innocent, gullible, and pretty,
Now she's old at twenty-one and badly needs your pity.

Sarah stayed in college, earned her Artis Batchelorum.
Juris Doctorae, she tried law in ev'ry forum.
When seated on the High Court, she make much good ruling,
And spoke to young girls ev'rywhere, "Stay single while you're schooling !"

"Be ye landswoman, kinswoman, stock-broker, or banker,
Doctor, a lawyer, or captain of a tanker,
Young woman, old woman, be ye plain or pretty,
Be prepared to earn your liveing and depend on no man's pity !"