I saddled me a wounded priest
Rode him wet through this August heat
I took me a German bride
All empty and bloody inside

In the night I heard a thief
He took my money and my grief
In the morning I wanted to die
The doctor cut me, the lawyer lied

Stop yer whining and just go
Don't be saying what you don't know
For the lowlands I am bound
Where my pale bride will be found