I'll teach her the nursery rhymes, you'll teach her to walk

Hide, my Danny boy, hear

the pipes have started wailing;

soon we’ll hear the silence

as your body starts a-failing.

To market, to market,

to buy my baby’s world;

to clinic, to clinic,

You killed my baby girl.

I’ve found you again, Love –

don’t cry now, it’s fine;

Sweeney Todd may scar, Sweet,

cut throats do leave a line.

To market, to market,

to buy myself distraction;

came back with a gun,

and plenty ammunition.

Your roses were red,

my bruises turned blue;

flames will heal all

when they burn me with you.