One of my favorite folk songs is “Katy Cruel,” a cheerful ditty from the point of view of a young lady who has run completely out of [bleeps] to give:
Our Ms. Cruel comes from a distinguished (or maybe the right word is “notorious”) folkloric lineage.
There’s the Cruel Mother:
And the Cruel Father:
(Sorry, no video link here, just audio on the web page. But he’s cruel, believe me.)
The Cruel Sister:
And the Cruel Brother:
Hell, if I had a family like that, I’d leave town and take to drink, too.