I saw a maiden by the riverside
Waiting for her lover to come a-riding by
She dressed her hair with a golden comb
Love, it seemed, had gained the throne
And then he k**ed her
Struck once, then twice
And then he k**ed her
With his knife
From stately mansion to the lowest slum
Love and d**h beat their drums
Lovers touch and lovers sigh
Lovers part and lovers cry
And then he k**ed her
Struck once, then twice
And then he k**ed her
With his knife
How easily love's vine is spilt
How easily love's vine does wilt