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Robert W Service - The Bread-Knife Ballad
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A little child was sitting Up on her mother`s knee
And down down her cheeks the bitter tears did flow.
And as I sadly listened I heard this tender plea,
`Twas uttered in a voice so soft and low. 

"Not guilty" said the Jury And the Judge said "Set her free,
But remember it must not occur again.
And next time you must listen to you little daughter`s plea,"
Then all the Court did join in this refrain. 

        Chorus:
        "Please Mother don`t stab Father with the BREAD-KNIFE,
        Remember `twas a gift when you were wed.
        But if you must stab Father with the BREAD-KNIFE,
        Please Mother use another for the BREAD."
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