As the election draws closer, this particular shanty is getting sung with more frequency in the poorer parts of town.
Leader: One night a woman, kind but poor, an echo saved and nothing more,
Chorus: Was robbed and beaten sore, on the road outside a store.
Leader: For help she’s crying! And who comes trying?
Chorus: Three see that she is near to dying!
Leader: One thing the bishop wants to know. “If it were devils left you so?”
Chorus: “No, sir. No no. ‘Twas men who laid me low.”
Leader: “Your soul is well, my war’s with hell.”
Chorus: And he leaves her there where she had fell!
Leader: The contrary man rolls past her. “You’d get home faster, as your own master.”
Chorus: “Please sir just lend a hand. I just don’t understand.”
Leader: “I don’t give a shit, 'less you play my games of wit.”
Chorus: And he leaves her there where she’d been hit!
Leader: Then comes the lady in stockings red. Who sees the woman left for dead.
Chorus: And gives her a hand, to help her stand.
Leader: For she helps many. And helps them plenty.
Chorus: She dares to care – our Sinning Jenny!