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Mother Was a Sporting Girl

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Chapter Eight
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A Mother’s Sagacious Instruction on Making One’s Way in the World.

Lyrics

There are girls whose mothers teach them elocution
There are girls whose mothers teach them how to cook
There are girls whose mothers teach them to be scholars
What my mother taught me wasn’t in a book

She said you
Weren’t born to elevated station
But you may climb the heights with just a little pluck
Every pretty girl is sitting on her fortune
All a bright one needs to know is how to
Work

Mother was a sporting girl
She always paid the grocery man on time
She dressed in silks and furs
She never felt the lack
She made a million dollars simply
Lying on her back

Mother was a sporting girl
She said it’s rude to make a caller wait
Five minutes with a beau
Is plenty of time
More than that’s a waste when there are gentlemen in line

Mother was a sporting girl
Her services were always in demand
She said "I’ll never have an empty bank account
As long as there are randy gentlemen"
When the day to seek my fortune comes
I want to follow in the footsteps of my mum
And that’s ‘cos dear old mother was a sporting girl

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Music and Lyrics by Pamela Moore

Madame Pamita - Vocal and autoharp
Patrick "The Holy Ukerist" Weise - soprano ukulele

Recorded September 9, 2008 at Mr. Peter Dilg's Wax Cylinder Factory

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This sentimental song about mother was penned by Madame Pamita after reading the elucidating book, Sin in the Second City by Karen Abbott. Her tome recounts the colorful history of the Everleigh sisters who ran the most exclusive and notorious sporting house in Chicago at the turn of the century.

As Mother so wisely said, "Every pretty girl is sitting on her fortune!"