If thou couldest save one life by telling the truth, wouldst thou remain silent?

Given the heavy rain and the locked gate, he couldn've reached the summit that day.

When he walked across the yard, he couldn't stop a pig in a passage, and the children giggled at his lopsided stride.

He says he's a trained chef who cooks all his meals from scratch—coulda fooled me.

I wouldn't trust him to run an event—he couldn't organise a chook raffle.

He knew he couldn't carry a note in a bucket, so he politely declined to sing at the karaoke night.

I know I shoulda stayed, I coulda helped, and maybe he woulda listened if I'd spoken up.

Hearing the news, I kept repeating shoulda, woulda, coulda to myself, trapped by all the might-have-beens.

I coulda told you, I shoulda listened, and I woulda gone if you'd asked.

I woulda told you sooner, you shoulda listened, and she coulda helped if you'd asked.