The Imagined Village - Sick Old Man lyrics

When I was a young man, I burned my tools. Now I have no chairs to sit on. When I was a young man I razed my fields, Now I have no fruit to s** on. They say I am a sick old man See my sick old frame Smell my d**h as I pa** by you. My sick old wife She ends her life Waiting at the old front door Women offer wisdom that She never had, Never had, Never had before. Oh what can I feed you smelly bag? When kids turn so gravy oh Tonight I'll sleep in the cold open field In the arms of the raggle-taggle gypsies-oh Ragged ragged rats all about our door, She's gone with the raggle-taggle gypsies-oh When I was a young lad, I ground my nines, Now I have no friends to call on When I was a young man, I cracked my eyes, Now I have sharp gla** to crawl on. Oh the days of wealth and knees, When I had dark oil for burning. Oh I was a young man with my golden pipe, And now I am too sick for learning. And I will blame the wanderer, I will blame the poor, I will blame the ragged man A-knockin' at my door I'll blame his wife and ragged children Crying at my feet And send them into yarl's wood My vengence there Vengence there Vengence there to eat Oh what can I find use for a bag, When kids turn so gravy oh, Tonight I'll sleep in the cold open field In the arms of the raggle-taggle gypsies-oh Come with the raggle-taggle gypsies-oh. Come with the raggle-taggle gypsies-oh. Come with the raggle-taggle gypsies-oh. She's gone with the raggle-taggle gypsies-oh.