Zammuto
Henry Lee
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