La Hollandaise
Collections of photographs
The calculated moments graphed
Graphic details sell a story
Sunday morning allegory
Overlook her childhood when
Her father struggled bending tin
His penny's earned to make it round
Will please the wearers of the crown
Catherine's laying in the court yard
With a thousand other girls
Trying hard to earn a living
In this God forsaken world
All the neighbors are asleep
Silence ringing through the streets
Puddles black with crimson swirls
Huddled backs against the world
Once upon a younger woman
Orphaned when she was 15
Sent away from all she loved to
The Work house in Bermondsey
The men pretend to want to save her
Savoring the only thing
Of use to them abusive favors
Labors for her wedding ring
She was passed out in a gutter
With the smell of industry
Released her early in the morning
Dismantled like the priory
Tickets on the ground beside her
In a tiny little tin
Reminiscent of her father
And the life she could've been
Catherine's laying in the court yard
With a thousand other girls
Trying hard to earn a living
In this God forsaken world
All the neighbors are asleep
Silence ringing through the streets
Puddles black with crimson swirls
Huddled backs against the world
The calculated moments graphed
Graphic details sell a story
Sunday morning allegory
Overlook her childhood when
Her father struggled bending tin
His penny's earned to make it round
Will please the wearers of the crown
Catherine's laying in the court yard
With a thousand other girls
Trying hard to earn a living
In this God forsaken world
All the neighbors are asleep
Silence ringing through the streets
Puddles black with crimson swirls
Huddled backs against the world
Once upon a younger woman
Orphaned when she was 15
Sent away from all she loved to
The Work house in Bermondsey
The men pretend to want to save her
Savoring the only thing
Of use to them abusive favors
Labors for her wedding ring
She was passed out in a gutter
With the smell of industry
Released her early in the morning
Dismantled like the priory
Tickets on the ground beside her
In a tiny little tin
Reminiscent of her father
And the life she could've been
Catherine's laying in the court yard
With a thousand other girls
Trying hard to earn a living
In this God forsaken world
All the neighbors are asleep
Silence ringing through the streets
Puddles black with crimson swirls
Huddled backs against the world
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Hypes
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