Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture scene To childhood spread fond maternal care From the day that he was born, proud came to fawn And compliment his pretty golden
In sent away to a boarding school to stay It's crumbling traditions forced to bear And his in this new world said, he looks more like a girl With those eyes and pretty golden hair
Fades youth Into manhood's search for His mother's eyes now wet had to stare For he said I must be
This day for town For I believe my fortune's waiting So, like an cutting knife He plunged in a new
Ohh, known beforehand anywhere And the thought he might trip In his ignorance and Never struck beneath his golden hair
Ahh, the days soon grew thin and boredom set in His job was thrown away without a For a man who softly said, earn twice as much instead With those eyes and pretty golden hair
Well, town possessed of many a tempters nest And thus he fell with scarce another As so easily he slipped into prostitution's Foundationed by his pretty hair
Ahh, but the years quickly and his mind slowly grew From early into deep despair As the money ceased to roll. a and lonely soul Poured curses on his pretty golden
Ahh, the years stole their time, now, the living's hard to And early friends vanished in the air And the gay parties's ease changed to public Have turned to grey his golden hair
Ohh, his was only used and his body just abused By who never think and never care But though his file said suicide, no, that why he died It was murder by his pretty golden