There's a girl who lives down the track
In a little shack made of timber wood
And her clothes are all hand me downs
From the folks in town who treat her so good
Though she hasn't got a dime
I'm so proud that she's all mine
'Cos to me she's a princess in rags
Now her dad he's a worn out man
I know some day I'll find a way
To take her out of this old place
I'll work and slave, skimp and save
To change her rags to silk and lace
Though it hurts and my body aches