Murder Ballad

Get down, get down, little Henry LeeAnd stay all night with meYou won’t find a girl in this damn worldThat will compare with meAnd the wind did howl and the wind did blowLa la la la laLa la la la leeA little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can’t get down and I won’t get downAnd stay all night with theeFor the girl I have in that merry green landI love far better than theeAnd the wind did howl and the wind did blowLa la la la laLa la la la leeA little bird lit down on Henry Lee

She leaned herself against a fenceJust for a kiss or twoAnd with a little pen-knife held in her handShe plugged him through and throughAnd the wind did roar and the wind did moanLa la la la laLa la la la leeA little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white handsCome take him by his feetAnd throw him in this deep deep wellWhich is more than one hundred feetAnd the wind did howl and the wind did blowLa la la la laLa la la la leeA little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry LeeTill the flesh drops from your bonesFor the girl you have in that merry green landCan wait forever for you to come homeAnd the wind did howl and the wind did moanLa la la la laLa la la la leeA little bird lit down on Henry Lee

“Un banquero es un señor que nos presta un paraguas cuando hace sol y nos lo exige cuando empieza a llover”. Mark Twain