Kitty Jay - Seth Lakeman

Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty cast away

This silent prayer it should paint some peace

On her grave

Something broke her sleep

Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty thrown away

So young and fair now she’s turned to dust

And clay

Terror broke her sleep

Never guessed unto her cold end

Call the Devil her only friend

Never guessed it with his bare hands

Call the Devil the mark of man

Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty cast away

This silent prayer it should paint some peace

On her grave

Terror broke her sleep