Eighteen children living in a shack
Their father's a drunk, their mother's on her back
None saw a dentist, so they all had plaque
Once teeth rot they never do come back
Their waste [was] thrown out a window, it landed in a stack
Eighteen children in the woods of Maine
Their mother's on her back, their father wields a cane
There's little more to eat than leftover grain
In the cold of winter they feel a lot of pain
The roof it always leaks whenever it does rain
Their overalls have an awful lot of stains
They may have even starved if rodents were not slain
Eighteen children living in the cold
Their mother's on her back, their father is a scold
Huddling together, for warmth they had to hold
Eighteen children sleeping on the floor
Their mother's on her back, their father often swore
Huddled altogether near a drafty door
Covered with a tattered coat 'cuz they were so damned poor
Their father was oblivious and he liked to snore
In the early morning the cold it made then sore
Eighteen children wading through the snow
Their mother's on her back, their father is their foe
How did they survive when they lacked a lot of dough?
They often did go hungry with little food to grow
Eighteen children lacking enough food
Their parents could use birth control,
But they had a giant brood.
Eighteen children in the frigid weather
They really could have froze to death,
But they were tough as leather... (tbc?)
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