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I am a crooked man and walked a crooked mile
Night, the shameless widow her weeds, in a pile
The stars all winked at me, they a child
Your funeral, my

One thousand lured me into gullies damped with clover
Bird with crooked wing cast wicked shadow over
The bauble moon did mock and trinket stars did
Your funeral, my

I am, little lamb, let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the bitches that she was
Mongers of pain saw the moon a fang
Your funeral, my trial, your funeral, my
funeral, my trial