Murder Shanty - The Rumjacks

Here lie the bones o' my wayward love

Have mercy on 'em God above

As she would you if she were you

And you were my wayward love

I kissed her on the cusp o' spring

I gave to her my siller ring

I kissed her on the cusp o' spring

Gave to her my siller ring

And she thought it such a wondrous thing too

The summer sun that scorched the land

And turned to glass them desert sands

The summer sun that scorched the land

Turned to glass them desert sands

And steadied hrearts & trembling hands

She stole away from me for hours

And doused the fire with autumn showers

She stole away from me for hours

Doused the fire with autumn showers

Bitter is the wine that sours

To where & whom i asked to know

She smiled, a cruelly mocking blow

She’ll never smile that way again

I ruined her for other men

And sent her to her wintry end with a…