Murder, Misery And Then Goodnight

Mama's gonna buy him a little lapdog
Mama's gonna buy him a little lapdog
Mama's gonna buy him a little lapdog
Put it in his lap when she goes off
Come up horsey, hey, hey
Come up horsey, hey, hey
Go to sleep and don't you cry
Mama's gonna make you an apple pie
Come up horsey, hey, hey
Come up horsey, hey, hey
I'm gonna buy you a little lapdog
I'm gonna buy you a little lapdog
I'm gonna buy you a little lapdog
Put it in your lap when I go off
Come up horsey, hey, hey
Come up horsey, hey, hey
Go to sleep and don't you cry
I'm gonna make you an apple pie
Come up horsey, hey, hey
Come up horsey, hey, hey
Come up horsey, hey, hey
Come up horsey, hey, hey

[One, two , three!]

The first night that I come home
So drunk I could not see
Found a horse in my stable
Where my horse oughta be
Come here my little wifey
Explain this thing to me
How come a horse in the stable
Where my horse oughta be?
You blind fool, you crazy fool
Can't you never see?
It's only a milkcow
You're granny sent to me
I've traveled this world over
Ten thousand miles or more
But a saddle upon a milkcow's back
I never did see before

The second night that I come home
So drunk I could not see
Found a coat a-hanging on the rack
Where my coat oughta be
Come here my little wifey
Explain this thing to me
How come a coat a hanging a hanging on the rack
Where my coat oughta be?
You blind fool, you crazy fool
Can't you never see?
It's only a bedquilt
You're granny sent to me
I've traveled this world over
Ten thousand miles or more
Pockets upon a bedquilt
I never did see before

The third night that I come home
So drunk I could not see
Found a head a-laying on the pillow
Where my head oughta be
Come here my little wifey
Explain this thing to me
How come a head a-laying on the pillow
Where my head oughta be?
You blind fool, you crazy fool
Can't you never see?
It's only a cabbage head
You're granny sent to me
I've traveled this world over
Ten thousand miles or more
But a moustache on a cabbage head
I never did see before

Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Before we get married some pleasure to see
She got up behind him and away they did go
She got up behind him and away they did go
Over the hills to the valley so low
They went up a little farther and what did they spy?
They went up a little farther and what did they spy?
A newly dug grave with a spade lying by
He stabbed her through the heart
Her heart's blood it did flow
He stabbed her through the heart
Her heart's blood it did flow
And into the grave pretty Polly did go
He threw something over her and turned to go home
He threw something over her and turned to go home
With nothing behind him but the girl there to mourn
Little Birdy
Little birdy, little birdy
What makes you fly so high?
It's because I am a birdy
And I'm not afraid to die

Little birdy, little birdy
Come sing me your song
I've a short time to be here with you
And a long time, to be gone

Little birdy, little birdy
What makes your wing so blue?
It's because I've been a-grievin'
Grievin' after you

Little birdy, little birdy
Come sing me your song
I've a short time to be here with you
And a long time, to be gone

Little birdy, little birdy
What makes your head so red?
After all that I have been through
It's a wonder I ain't dead

Little birdy, little birdy
Come sing me your song
I've a short time to be here with you
And a long time, to be gone

What'll we do with the baby?
What'll we do with the baby-o?
Send him off to his mammy
That's what we do with the baby-o
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

Every time the baby cries
Stick my finger in the babies eyes
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

Every time he starts to grin
Give the baby a bottle of gin
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

What'll we do with the baby?
What'll we do with the baby-o?
Send him off to his mammy
That's what we do with the baby-o
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

Throw him up in the old treetop
The wind will blow and the cradle will rock
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

Wrap him up in a tablecloth
Throw him up in the old hayloft
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

What'll we do with the baby?
What'll we do with the baby-o?
Send him off to his mammy
That's what we do with the baby-o
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet
There we sat a courtin'
My love dropped off to sleep
I drank a bottle of burgundy wine
My love she did not know
And there I poisoned that dear little girl
Under the flank below
I stabbed her with my dagger
An ugly bloody knife
I threw her into the river
An ugly bloody sight
My father up and told me
That money would set me free
If I would murder thar deal little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly
And now he sits by the window
Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
And now he waits for his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high
My race is run, beneath the sun
Hell is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly