Gelding from Gaols by ibid.

He said to let the dead bury the dead
But I think I'll do this one myself

No use now for a gelding
No use now for a trough
Or the well he'd want to drink from
Or the shore to which he'd swim

So take it all away, I guess
Maybe he'll make do
No use now for a gelding
Gonna die in these fair arms
No use now for a gelding
Let me bury him myself

He said twenty more and I'd have made it
I said leave the crunching to the bones

No use now for a sparrow
No use now for a crone
Her hands worn in from washing
Her head misused and bare

So let it burn away, I guess
Maybe she'll be new
No use now for a sparrow
Gonna die in these fair arms
No use now for a sparrow
Leave the crunching to the bones

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