A Cup Of Cold Poison

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