Lyrics:
your life
This riddle is the work of my little pen-knife
boring
Mister pressman with your penknife
Always asking about my sex life
And who with and how many times?
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses
Was like a penknife in my heart
When my heart began to bleed
Was death and death, indeed
When my heart began to bleed
Was death and death, indeed
a Dictaphone?
A Dictaphone where you can record your memories?
Is-is it like a marker in the sand?
What is a memorial device?
I think it's like a penknife
boring Mister Pressman
With your penknife always asking about my sex life
and who with and how many times?
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses
a thorn
Oh, the rose and the linsie-o
Then she had two pretty babes born
Down by the greenwood sidie-o
She took her penknife, keen and sharp
Oh, the rose
la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife
la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife
Saile
She had a baby three months old
A weila weila waila
She had a baby three months old
Down by the River Saile
She had a penknife long
Hello children, come and sit and sing
I've got a couple of things that I need to bring
I've got a penknife, in my mind
So I'm carving wood from time
lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She
of green holly and ivy
He reaped it the blade of his penknife
Ee oh, sing ivy
He reaped it the blade of his penknife
And a bunch of green holly and ivy
hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
throat with a penknife
I'd hang his bones in my office
If it wasn't immoral
For I have tasted blood
And my mind
hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
Death, like a bird was building its nest
And so on the last day of her short life
Emily called for her father's penknife
She sawed at her head till
Mister Pressman with your penknife
Always asking about my sex life
And who with and how many times?
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me
The little penknife fell out of William's coat
And gave John his deadly wound, wound, and gave John his deadly
wound
Ah, now you'll take off your white
a penknife, a saw and a severed body
Heavy murder and a severed body....
heart extracted and entrails thrown into the toilet
The smell of death is still there
her on Silium's Hill
On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name
With my rusty old penknife
On a empty heart
Standing by the window, is that you out
'Twas like a penknife in my heart
When my heart began to bleed
'Twas death and death and death indeed
senseless
I beat me senseless
I beat me senseless again
Where do we go now?
Make another fist
A pen-knife in your hand
Stick it in and twist
Pass
in
No silks of gold no gown of green
But she had a penknife sharp and keen
Down by the greenwood side
And she didn't care how much it hurt
Low
and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober,
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