Poor Dolly Monovan

Poor Dolly Monovan
Standing in the rain
Waiting for the working men
To pass your way again
They push you and they pull you
And they lead you down the lane
But they leave poor Dolly Monovan
Standing in the rain

Poor Dolly Monovan
You've had better days
You always were a working girl
Who works in different ways
You ease a fellow's burden
When he's carrying a load
But he leaves poor Dolly Monovan
Standing in the road

Poor Dolly Monovan
I pity you your plight
Alone beneath the lamp-post
In the fading evening light
Waiting for someone to roll you
Off into the night
Oh poor Dolly Monovan
I wonder if I might?

I actually wrote this song for my two-wheeled industrial hand truck, affectionately known as Dolly Monovan. I looked out my back window one morning, realized I'd forgotten to wheel the dolly into the shed, and literally said out loud, "Poor Dolly Monovan, standing in the rain!" I walked to work that day humming beneath my umbrella, and by the time I arrived I had this song.