Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow


A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow


A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan



...consegui acabar de ler "A morte de Bunny Munro" por estes dias... de facto, há muitos gajos assim, como o Bunny, que acham que têm um "dom" e que usam as mulheres e as deitam no lixo e pronto...