Murder Shanty

Here lie the bones o' my wayward love Have mercy on 'em God above As she would you if she were you And you were my wayward love I kissed her on the cusp o' spring I gave to her my siller ring I kissed her on the cusp o' spring Gave to her my siller ring And she thought it such a wondrous thing too The summer sun that scorched the land And turned to glass them desert sands The summer sun that scorched the land Turned to glass them desert sands And steadied hrearts & trembling hands She stole away from me for hours And doused the fire with autumn showers She stole away from me for hours Doused the fire with autumn showers Bitter is the wine that sours To where & whom i asked to know She smiled, a cruelly mocking blow She'll never smile that way again I ruined her for other men And sent her to her wintry end with a...