Hand Bags and Glad Rags

Ever seen a blind man cross the road
 Trying to make the other side
 Ever seen a young girl growing old
 Trying to make herself a bride
 So what becomes of you my love
 When they have finally stripped you of
 The hand bags and the gladrags
 That your poor old grandad had to sweat to buy you
 Once i was a young man
 And all i thought i had to do was smile
 Well you are still a young girl
 And you've brought everything in style
 So once you think you're in you're out
 'Cause you don't mean a single thing without
 The handbags and the glad rags
 Thats your poor old grandad had to sweat to buy you
 Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
 And drink a bottle full of rye
 Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
 And bake 'em all in a pie
 They told me you missed school today
 So what i suggest you just throw them all away
 The handbags and the gladrags
 That your poor old grandad had to sweat to buy you