Leslie Ann Devine - The Decemberists

My name is Leslie Anne Levine

My mother birthed me down a dry ravine

My mother birthed me far too soon

Born at nine and dead at noon

Fifteen years gone now, I still wander this parapet

And shake my rattled bone

Fifteen years gone now, I still cling to the petticoat

Of the girl who died with me

On the roof above the streets

The only love I’ve known is a chimney sweep

Lost him lodged inside a flue

Back in 1842

Fifteen years gone now, I still wail from these catacombs

And curse my mother’s name

Fifteen years gone now, still a wastrel mésallie

Has brought this fate on me

My name is Leslie Anne Levine

I’ve got no one left to mourn for me

My body lies inside its grave

In a ditch not far away

Fifteen years gone, I still wander this parapet

And shake my rattled bone

Fifteen years gone now, I still cling to the petticoat

Of the girl who died with me

Who died with me

Who died with me

Who died with me