Don't go to Gibson cross the river

The devil is hungry

The devil is sweet

If you are soft then you will shiver

They hang the alley cats on

Gibson street

I wish my baby were forbidden

I wish my world

Be struck by sleet

I wish to keep my mirror hidden

To hide the eyes that looked on

Gibson street

There is a man; he knows where
I'm going

Gave me a strawberry

To eat

I sucked its juices, never knowing

That I would sleep that night on

Gibson street