Laid her down
Not til the snow is gone from ground
Gag and bound, how sweet and soon will you be found
Have and hold her down bipolar
All of the harm you've done

And for love, god knows what you are guilty of
Whoring me what you have spoken for and shame
Magpie steel love ear cold meal of
All of the harm you've done
Why, what baby?
Why, what baby?

Make her into wine trade it with her life
Bring round her in dull while her hand is warm
Bed her now, not til the snow is gone from ground
Gag and bound, how sweet and soon will it be found

Have and hold her down bipolar
All of the harm you've done
Why, what baby?
Why, what baby?