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Oh what may I have for my breakfast
My woman, my joy
Here's what you may have for your breakfast
My beautiful boy
A cup of cold poison, woman make my bed soon
There's a pain in my head, and I need to lie down
Hold on to my hand, please woman
Hold out your hand
All for to be certain I'm dying
And the pain I can't stand
Come take your last comfort
In the lap of your wife
And hold on to the hand
That has shortly taken your life
Now go and be damned, you wicked
Unfaithful young man
And so may your mercy be wretched
And your body be damned
A small choir of angels
Curse the day of your birth
Now the taste on your tongue
Is like a mouth of birth
Oh what may I have for my breakfast
My woman, my joy
Here's what you may have for your breakfast
My beautiful boy
A cup of cold poison, woman make my bed soon
There's a pain in my head, and I need to lie down