The veins they are so red,
Give them to Sir William Fenwick,
I’m sure his heart will bleed.’
32.
She took out a razor
That was both sharp and fine,
And out of her left side has taken
The heir of Wallington.
33.
There is a race in Wallington,
The veins they are so red,
Give them to Sir William Fenwick,
I’m sure his heart will bleed.’
32.
She took out a razor
That was both sharp and fine,
And out of her left side has taken
The heir of Wallington.
33.
There is a race in Wallington,