Mourning Fair from Shallow Graves by The Maledictions

As I woke up one morning fair
To take a walk in the morning air
I thought I heard my true love say,
"O will you turn and look my way?"

She gave me sunshine she gave me joy
But she dearly loved that butcher boy
She would not cast a glance my way
She loved that butcher boy clear as day

He told her tales, he told her lies
Then took another for his bride
He told her tales, he told her lies
He left her child bound high and dry

She took my ring, she gave me joy
But still she mourned that butcher boy
He threw her over for a silver coin
But still she loved that butcher boy

She went upstairs to her bed
With an ache all around her head
A cord she tied around the sill
I found her hanging in the morning chill

To her breast she pinned a note
With a trembling hand she wrote,
"Heap up my grave so very high,
My love might see it as he rides by"

She gave me sunshine, she gave me joy
But she was strung up by that butcher boy
I heaped up her grave so very high
Her love might see it as he rides by

I heaped up her grave so very high
Her love might see it as he rides by

• Country Noir
• Gothic Americana
• Rock
• New York