Now I hear my Mary screaming Her head rough-shaved and bleeding And in her hands a flower That I gave to her an hour Before they came and tore her from my arms . . . They used her to hang their fears From a branch that never sees the sun
"V is for virtue, so I ain't gonna hurt you, E is for even if you want me to."
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I'll see your gallows tree and raise it root and branch:
Nick Hennessey, "Gallows Tree"
Now I hear my Mary screaming
Her head rough-shaved and bleeding
And in her hands a flower
That I gave to her an hour
Before they came and tore her from my arms . . .
They used her to hang their fears
From a branch that never sees the sun
"V is for virtue, so I ain't gonna hurt you,
E is for even if you want me to."
Hee. Awesome.