Dirty Little Daughter

This is in the rhythm of the 'What Shall We Do With
Drunken Sailor' Shanty



What shall we do with the dirty little daughter?
He seized her smile and took it to the slaughter.
What shall we do with the dirty little daughter?
Now that she is filthy.

She kissed her daddy on the place that he told her.
She didn’t like it but if she refused he wouldn’t hold her.
She kissed her daddy on the place that he told her.
Her mind continued stealthy.


Oh no, make out you never noticed.
And she’ll keep on faking.


He had her pinned down while he had his pleasure.
This shy, timid child who was her mother’s treasure.
He had her pinned down while he had his pleasure.
She kept his secret again.

She would sit and cry alone when he’d gone.
Her love for her dad often moved to and from.
She would sit and cry alone when he’d gone.
Hiding safe inside her den.


Oh no, make out you never noticed.
And she’ll keep on faking.


As she got older she thought it was time she got away.
Time to take control of this pain she gets each day.
As she got older she thought it was time she got away.
Her heart it sat and seethed.

Just 13, was on a stool with not a tear.
The harsh, rough rope rested ready, hiding fear.
Just 13, was on a stool with not a tear.
She closed her eyes and breathed.


Oh no, make out you never noticed.
And she’ll keep on faking.


The rope pulled tight when she dropped from the ceiling.
Her body fought the strain while her mind endured the feeling.
The rope pulled tight when she dropped from the ceiling.
As she stilled her eyes then dimmed.

What shall we do with the cute little dead girl?
Now that her life has just completely unfurled.
What shall we do with the cute little dead girl?
Now that she has left him.