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Henry Lee (Trad.)

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She leaned against the wall He came in for a kiss In her hand she held a pen knife Stuck between his ribs Some of you take him by his cold, white hands Some of you take him by his feet And throw him in a deep, deep well where He should be Henry Lee Where he should be Henry Lee Come down, come down now Alight upon my knee A man who cures his own true love would Kill a little bird like me If I had my bend and bow, now If I had my arrow and my string I'd shoot you through your soul And your yearnings Would be in vain Would be in vain Would be in vain Would be in vain Lie there, lie there, lie there 'Til the flesh melts off of your bones The shallows don't know you anymore Now the crabs crawl out of your skull Some of you take him by his cold, white hands Some of you take him by his feet And throw him in a deep, deep well where He should be Henry Lee Henry Lee Henry Lee Henry Lee