they loved with a love he thought was deep
she was the tramp he was a sneaky thief
romance the lady and the tramp was true love
the tramp and the thief but a paid liaison;
he was a thief he stole money but not a heart
she a tramp was love deep paid for a body laid
sadly the tramp was a love deep paid for a body laid
eventually the thief was caught strung up high;
the thief was hung high but the tramp never cried
for her love was red wine which was why she laughed
she was a tramp drunk not sober spent all her time;
twas with the dawning at six in the morning they hung him high
at seven without a service they buried his body with no sigh
at eight o'clock the tramp drank to a new lover with a drunken laugh;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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