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

You don't visit my grave Sunday,
You the Doghouse, flowers in the rain,
You've been whored out and up, with every blue-eyed stranger,
And you'll me to death, one day.

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

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