at last when the choice was neither nor,
bottom of the bay we re set ashore.
went into town beg what we lack:
200 stripes on horseback.
wearing my yellow coat,
rope tied around my throat:
great green wax candle unlit;
silence! and then the sentence spit.
i m sitting up in my paw paw tree
wait they make mango mush outta me.
pick axe i can t stay
silver mines all day.
cut down the weedwood
and think that i just could.
i m sitting up in my paw paw tree
wait they make mango mush outta me.
tied down with brown twine
up past the tree line
up by i hope where
the king of spain don t care.
i m sitting up in my paw paw tree
wait they make mango mush outta me. |