Оригинален текст
At last when the choice was neither nor,
Bottom of the bay were set ash*re.
Went into town beg what we lack:
200 stripes on horseback.
Wearing my yellow coat,
Rope tied around my throat:
Great green wax candle unlit;
Silence! And then the sentence spit.
Im sitting up in my paw paw tree
Wait they make mango mush outta me.
Pick axe I cant stay
Silver mines all day.
Cut down the weedwood
And think that I just could.
Im sitting up in my paw paw tree
Wait they make mango mush outta me.
Tied down with brown twine
Up past the tree line
Up by I hope where
The King of Spain dont care.
Im sitting up in my paw paw tree
Wait they make mango mush outta me.