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Darling dear, what have you done?
your clothes are torn, your makeup runs.
I ran through brambles, blooming thistle
i washed my face in the river when you whistled me on.
Darling dear, what have you done?
your hands and face are smeared with blood.
The chaplain came and called me out
to beat and to butcher his mothers sow.
But darling dear, they found him dead
this morning by the riverbed.
But hush now darling, dont you cry.
your rewards in the sweet by-and-by.
hush now baby, dont you cry.
your rewards in the sweet by-and-by.
And now weve seen your powers
softly stretch the hours
youre a fickle little twister
are you sweet on your sister?
as now you go wandering home.