A Very Grave Business-Gorerotted

A lurking street urchin by the dday, Whose conning ways offer a lowly wage So when night falls to the church I turn, to see what treasures I can earn I take my shovel and I take my sack, to see what I can bring me back I rob gld & silver & amber & pearls from your dear beloveds That have left this world I see your face - and then it´s gone without trace I feel I´m losing my sight - haunting life day and night Raven red hair - I have to stop here and stare Your piercing eyes black and cold - the devil´s broken the mould My lamplight casts upon the grave, of magaret erskine A disease ridden dame Friday night she died and was buried in the morn Enriched in jewels, wrapped in fine coths From the earth she comes again Punishing the sins of all men Taking life like taking breath A tortured soul lives on in death I see your face And then it´s gone without trace I feel I´m losing my sight Haunting life day and night Raven red hair I have to stop here and stare Your piercing eyes black and cold The dvil´s broken the mould I want that ring I must not linger I can´t get it off the dead wench´s finger I need to take it to the nearest inn And swap it for a pint of gin A very grave business, no man should witness She walked in the bar all pale and white, it gave me such a massive fright She looked all dead and did quite stink it almost made me drop my drink Excuse me sir but that´s my ring, and now my hand it don´t half sting So the moral now the story´s read, don´t steal bling from off the dead