Down by the water
I spied in sable
The landlord's daughter
Produced my pistol, then my saber
To make no whistle or thou will be murdered
She cursed, she shivered
She cried for mercy,
'My gold and silver if thou will release me!'
I'll take no gold miss, I'll take no silver
I'll take those sweet lips, and I'll deliver"
~The Island:Come & See / The Landlord's Daughter / You'll Not Feel The Drowning by the Decemberists
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| [via Lori Greig's photostream, Flickr] |
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