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SERIAL FOLK KILLER


As I was out walking one morning in May
I met with a fair maid a making her way
I drew out a dagger and down she did swoon
And I did it again while out walking in June

CHORUS
	So forget Mr Lecter, the Ripper and more
	They none of them come close to my fatal score
	For my list of victims is varied and long
	I'm the Serial Folk Killer from story and song

While passing a river I cannot refrain
From pushing in maidens again and again
And I ought to resist the urges I know
To murder a girl when'er she says 'No'

	So forget Dr Crippen, Sweeny Todd and more

When sailing the ocean and braving the tides
I've oft had to throw damsels over the side
By the full moon I find. if I call from the shore
I can lure from their beds a full dozen or more

	So forget Mr Lecter, the Ripper and more...

I will creep through the hall when a lord is away
And  hunt down his lady to brutally slay
Or I offer them marriage and off we do ride
But the wedding night none of them ever survive

	So forget Dr Crippen, Sweeny Todd and more...

But now I've run out of fair wenches to kill
Of  bloodshed folk singers have all had their fill
So off to the New World I think I shall go
To retire to the banks of the old O- Hi-O

	So forget Dr Crippen, Sweeny Todd and more...