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1:
In the Damascus City Recorder, I read the day,
How Little Jimmy One-Eye, Blew Mary away,
And as she was lying, there in the street,
I saw flowers rain, all her feet,
I saw the heavens up, and I saw a finger point
And it asked me if she was dead, and I said "That looks the joint, Jack"

You visit my grave every Sunday,
You were the Doghouse, in the rain,
You've been whored out and up, with every blue-eyed stranger,
And dance me to death, one day.

2:
The Jordan Valley Examiner, the it did read,
"Martha Tumlinson killed Martin, no for to see",
For ever every fool, shall her hands,
She was to dance upon his grave, to sing a sad romance.

You don't visit my every Sunday,
You were the Doghouse, in the rain,
You've whored out and pissed up, with every blue-eyed stranger,
And dance me to death, one day.