Alice EC Smith
Was partial to a sniff
Of whisky sour
She married Fred the Preacher
Who said that he would teach her
God’s mighty power
She bore him seven babies
Some were strong and some were maybes
That’s how it goes
And where she found the strength
To earn such great respect
Nobody knows
Born in Canadee-i-oh
As a babe in arms they sent her home
All her life she dreamed of far
Ontario
Ontario
Alice EC lived
Where those less fortunate did
By Lambeth Marsh
She knew all the costermongers
Who showed her how to stop the hunger
When times were harsh
Fred was a temperance man
Who did everything one man can
To stem the flood
But Alice only cared
To get herself out of there
There’s no advantage in God
Born in Canadee-i-oh
As a babe in arms they sent her home
All her life she dreamed of far
Ontario
Ontario
Alice EC Smith
Knew how the other half lived
She wanted some
When Fred the Preacher died
From the anger he carried inside
She cut and run
She married the man who turned on the gas
Who gave her a home full of light and cash
And one more son
And it’s a stone cold sober fact
That there’s no going back
Pour me another one
Born in Canadee-i-oh
As a babe in arms they sent her home
All her life she dreamed of far
Ontario
Ontario
© MarkGSongs 2011


