מילים לשיר A Cautionary Song – Decemberists

there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
through the lights of beacon street
and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping,
and she's standing in the harbor and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats see how they approach
a gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
with dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
and they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
and she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck
'til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions and their opinions and so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
and they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
and this is how your fed
and they throw her dirty dollars and return her to the habor where she goes to bed though she may seem an awful bother
so be kind to your mother
remember what she does when you're asleepand the next time she tries to feed you collard greens.