Henry Lee (Trad.) - Zammuto

She leaned against the wall

He came in for a kiss

In her hands she held a pen knife

Stuck between his ribs

Some of you take him by his cold white hands

And some of you take him by his feet

And throw him in the deep, deep well where

He should be

Henry lee

Come down, come down now

Alight upon my knee

A man who kills his own true love would

Kill a little bird like me

If I had my bend and bow, now

If I had my arrow and my string

I’d shoot you through your soul and your yearnings

Would be in vain

Be in vain

Lie there, lie there, lie there

'til the flesh melts off of your bones

The shallows don’t know you anymore

Now the crabs crawl out of your skull

Some of you take him by his cold white hands

And some of you take him by his feet

And throw him in the deep, deep well where

He should be

Henry Lee